It’s 7.40 am on a Saturday. We’re in the kitchen, K is having the usual blueberry pancakes and C, his tea. I’ve been privileged enough to be invited by K to sit next to him. Usually I get relegated to the black chair in the corner because his papa gets priority seating. He spotted a … Continue reading Is it Papa?
K: what is ‘cooking’? Me: getting food ready is cooking. Like Rekha didi cooks for us on Sundays. K: do you cook? Me, now in no position to backtrack: Yes. I cook. K: do you cook on Mondays? Tuesdays? Me: uhhh yeaa… I definitely cook on Saturdays. I cook khichdi for you. And paranthas. And … Continue reading Saving face
Last night before bed, using the only technique that works, I said to K that his glass of milk was for me to get stronger. His argument to drink it was that I am already big and strong and don’t need it. That was that. This morning he woke up in a good mood. Gave … Continue reading 7 am heart melt
My mind stopped registering time past the first year of silence. Here I am, today, surprised that it’s been over two years since I last wrote anything. In this time, I have road-raged my way through many unfinished thoughts and businesses. And overeaten through emotions and realities. Under my tired wings is a human who … Continue reading I am alive
As I started writing this year’s wrap-up, or shall we say ‘wrapped’ as everyone seems to be on that trend, I sensed a negative tone in several points. I tried to shift the perspective on some as it felt like I was being unnecessarily moany. But the tone persisted. And I kept wanting to write … Continue reading A long and rushed year
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