No one ever said goodbyes were easy, no matter how well prepared you were for them. The husband and I were sitting on the porch after dinner when he casually mentioned, “you’ll have to go back home.” I’d always known this. Ever since we made our home in this far flung place, we knew there’d…
“Where do you see yourself in five years!?”
“When’s your next rant coming about!?” a dear friend asked. “I don’t know ya!” I remembered I had a blog to run. So, this is about the time I tried to get myself an interview a long, long time ago. I had usually been good at interviews. I’d walk in like Rekha at Filmfare and…
The one where the airport shut down
This will be my last travel story until I decide to travel again. I promise. So, this is about the time when I chose a sarkari airline over the rest. I bit the extra baggage allowance bait and suffered like never before. Here’s how. Once burnt, twice shy? Not me. The dutiful husband dropped me…
Doctor! Doctor!
One fine morning, I woke up and decided to go see a doctor. Before you all jump to a conclusion like Kamlesh aunty, Aunty X, and a random aunty who rejoiced at everything good and bad, I’d like to mention that I was going to a dermatologist. I didn’t want the busy husband to tag…
“Why God Why!?”
I want to title this post “Trippy Thirty” but “Trippy Twenty” sounds more agreeable, so I am just going to go with what it is now. Whoever said age is just a number, is lying; blatantly. I don’t believe it. I never have. Sure, there are people who are extremely singy-songy about turning a year…
Mrs. Meddlemiss
The house was licked clean, suitcases unpacked, and ma’s prawn curry devoured with obnoxious quantities of rice; it felt alright now. I was back to pretending to be gardening; watching the onions, tomatoes, and lady finger grow while Kamlesh aunty toiled and watered the plants, religiously. One afternoon I was swiftly plucking some onion and…
Hashtag Travel Goals
Hello to all of you who’ve missed me and hugs to those who haven’t. Where was I all these weeks? Traveling. Traveling not to exotic locations but shuttling between the parents’ house, the in-laws’ house, and my own little house. And I am tired; tired of early morning flights, which refuse to leave before noon,…
Done & Dusted
The bestie and I visited Feniland. It was our #10yearchallenge. ‘It was long due’ would be an understatement. This time we were tired and determined to get our backsides to this forbidden place the world kept talking about. We asked a few enthused friends who we thought might accompany us. Some left messages unanswered and…
I don’t know where I’m going, but I like the direction!
The husband and I were planning our annual trip home. I was busy packing the house and myself. I have never been able to travel light, it’s a problem I’m well aware of. I carry the most (un)important things with me: hair dryer (I’ve used it once in the last year), a sweater, which I…
A word to the wise
The husband, I think, is an old soul trapped in a not-so-old skin; he claims to be not a day older than 26 (well then, I am 16 for a decade now). I wonder if addressing a person as an old soul will solve my purpose at all, because in a time when our great…
