This past year I had a baby. So everything either seems to be about that or feels miniscule in comparison. I am trying hard not to fall into that trap of believing parenthood is the only thing that matters. But it’s early days. So here’s my annual round-up. Much harder than usual to come up … Continue reading It’s that time of the year
I had hoped to have written a book by now. And be on a television interview. Be a CEO (of an unbeknown entity). And a celebrity. The wishes didn’t really add up. But it didn’t matter. They were wishes that kept future-gazing interesting and worth indulging in. Here we are. Tired, at the end of … Continue reading 16 years
That first one of Maggi in the school tiffin box. Cold and lumpy. It had a unique taste of its own. The one that Mata ji made – on afternoons while mum and dad were at work. I insisted too much and she gave in but it always tasted really weird. I think she ‘secretly’ … Continue reading Maggi memories
There exist way too many clichés in the business of becoming and being pregnant. If FRIENDS misled audiences on how embryo transfers work, the average conversations around pregnancy & related ‘morning sickness’ are equally inaccurate. I became pregnant and learned that fatigue impacts every single pregnant person. Nausea and sickness may or not accompany that … Continue reading Morning sickness
Friday night was an unusual one – I spent it with a girlfriend. Typically it’s a date evening or C and I meet other couples. On this occasion, the friend and I had dinner together and spoke at length about life, politics, and ice cream flavours. I can’t remember the context, but she used ‘ja … Continue reading The ja chudail weekend
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