Let’s Go, Lego -Ten Minute Free Write

I have been robbed off my morning chai and me time. There is an intruder in my morning bliss. I usually wake up five to ten minutes before the morning alarm rings and turn it off so that my hubby and his prototype are not disturbed in their bliss (not that they ever wake up...

Incessant -Ten Minute Free Write

It is a downpour. Incessant rains since morning in Delhi NCR and I know I sound like a weatherman. Rains don't bother me. I don't have to travel much but even when I did, I enjoyed rains.I mean no one dies of a rain stroke. Of course floods are scary but I am focussing on...

Thoda Sa Roomani Ho Jaye

At Last it rained ... and it rained like rain ... you know the kind of rain when our schools declared a rainy day and closed. It isn’t school day. But, why do I feel bad about it? I have had my fair share of rainy days and apparently rainy day closing is not a...

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Morning Write and Rant

Alas, it's morning again! And it already feels like afternoon. The adrenaline rush of yesterday's FIFA quarter finals between Russia and Croatia has long worn off and while the primal male and his offspring continue to sprawl on the bed with a roar and a snore, I on the other hand have been sitting upright...

Perfectly Imperfect

More often than not we as parents are pressurized to be right and provide the best of all things to the offspring we so lovingly brought into this world. The pressure is somewhat self-inflicted, peers and the rest of the job is done by social media. For, Facebook is like a beauty contest for life....

TEN MINUTE FREE THOUGHT

Recently a poet friend who also works in the field of mental health and welfare (check - http://www.poetsin.com) came up with the idea of #tenminutesfreethought and all of us associated wrote something or else. The idea was to set the timer for ten minutes and just jot down whatever thoughts come into your head. Many...

How Blue Is My Sapphire?

(Note: I wrote this story two years back. It found it again when I was clearing clutter from my mail.) The feeling of Déjà vu crept in. The subtle essence of the potpourri captivated my senses. The antiquity spread across the grand hall, the Swarovski chandelier, the rustic gramophone, the ebony wood staircase leading to...

The Scotch Tape Syndrome

Thou shalt not discuss or mention periods with men. Thou shalt feel embarrassed in-case you leak or stain. Thou shalt hide the sanitary pads you carry for change. So on and so forth... 1991-92 A 9th standard classroom of a co-education school was gearing up for the final bell to ring. Some girls were gossiping...