Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
“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 →
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 →
You know you've made your mark when the BFF sends you this...
It suddenly occured to me, after I took three autos in the course of the same day, that Indian autos are quite like the Knight Bus from the Harry Potter stories. And while I am yet to meet a Stan Shunpike, the magic I think, is in the ways Indian autos manage to wriggle in... Continue Reading →
Last night my family and I sat down with a gift that TO's going to be giving it to a friend for her birthday. It's a fun game called Pun Intended. The way it works is this- there are flashcards with an image on one side. This image is meant to represent a phrase or... Continue Reading →
TO, who usually looks at venomous creatures and reptiles with cartoon hearts in his eyes, just bellowed for me from one end of the house. This time, it was because a SINGLE.TINY.LITTLE. SPARROW was sitting on the floor, in the middle of our dining room. The sparrow flitted from the floor to the dining table... Continue Reading →
It's a bit of an addiction of mine to attempt the Wordle first thing in the morning. Follow that up by checking the news. Today the news contained this- Ozzy Osbourne, Black Sabbath singer and godfather of heavy metal, dead at 76. Now I'm not a metalhead by any stretch of the imagination. Got into... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 