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  • Owning Your Solitude

    The word solitude often conjures up images and notions of being lonely and morose but that’s far from the truth. The word is derived from the Latin word ‘solus‘ meaning…

  • The Ghosts Who Live In My House

    I thought being middle-aged, managing the health and emotional requirements of 3 elderly family members and a teen while valiantly facing off with (peri)menopause would be the main things I…

  • The Hair Oil Negotiation

    There are few battles more pointless, more repetitive, and more emotionally exhausting than the battle between an Indian mother and her teenager’s hair. Not homework. Not screen time. Not the…

  • The Gym Diaries: Stronger, Sorer & Slightly Unhinged

    After many days of not going to the gym, I finally went back. Not because I missed it. Not because I suddenly discovered discipline. And certainly not because I woke up thinking, “Today…

  • Of Monkeys and Circuses

    Kielbasa isn’t the most famous import of Poland. The phrase “not my circus, not my monkey” is apparently a translation of the Polish saying, “nie mój cyrk, nie moje małpy”…

  • I Came, I Saw, I Was Asked to Do One More Thing

    There comes a magical stage in a woman’s life when everyone around her suddenly needs her. Not wants her. Needs her. Her elderly parents need her. Her in-laws need her.…

  • Shark Movies: A Lifelong Condition, Not a Choice

    “I blame my parents ” is how I would like to start off. While it gives me an easy out, it is actually entirely their fault. This is how the…

  • In Powder We Trust: A Bengali Summer Survival Guide

    There are many ways to identify a Bengali. Some will say it’s the love of fish. Others-Rabindra Sangeet, heated debates over football, or the uncanny ability to locate the nearest…

  • The Bengali Aunty Nightie: A Garment, A Lifestyle

    There are many unsolved mysteries in the universe. What existed before the Big Bang? Where do missing Tupperware lids go? Where is that second pair of sock perpetually disappearing to?…

  • The Power of Music

    Almost two months ago my father suffered a traumatic brain injury (TBI). It was touch and go for quite a while but he always managed to stop himself from crossing…

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    I was and am stuck for a title for this post. That hardly ever happens. And when it does happen in other aspects of my life, it usually pertains to…

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