A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
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 alone but as many of us have discovered, alone does not necessarily equal being lonely. Our lives, even the ones orchestrated and managed by us,... Continue Reading →
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 state of their bedroom or their overflowing closet...well not always. But...H-A-I-R! Specifically, thick, wavy, unruly teenage hair that appears to have signed a secret pact... Continue Reading →
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 feels like a good day to find out exactly how many muscles in my abdomen have abandoned me." I went back because I am a... Continue Reading →
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" and boy does it get bandied about a lot! So while the circus may still put up a tent that you wanted no part of... Continue Reading →
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. Her nearly-adult teenager needs her. Her spouse needs her. The household needs her. The dog probably needs her, although at this point she’s considering feeding... Continue Reading →
“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 story begins: "Once upon a time, there was a young couple with an adorable little girl who was the joy of the people around her.... Continue Reading →
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 sweet shop within a five-kilometre radius; with unsolicited advice over which type of sweet which shop excels at making. These people have clearly never witnessed... Continue Reading →
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? And perhaps most importantly…at what exact point does a Bengali woman permanently transition into a nightie wearing aunty or a Maashima/Kakima for those who would... Continue Reading →
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 the border into a much more difficult space; for him and for us. And now he's back home. Part of his rehabilitation is listening to... Continue Reading →
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 Red. He of the stoic countenance and endless source of hidden snark; delivered with such a matter-of-fact tone that one will rarely doubt the veracity... Continue Reading →
I didn't know how much power words have over us. How they can define us and our lives at various stages. As an expectant mother and a new one my world was mainly ruled by these words: 'heartburn', 'Braxton Hicks', insomnia', 'burps', 'poops', 'nasal aspirators', 'diaper genie', 'Feberizing', 'self-soothing', 'toilet training', 'weaning' and the legion... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 