A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
After a looong time is Monday living up to its manic reputation. Since the advent of online classes, all the weekdays have blended- one into the other. The weekends are distinguishable since I'm less of a fire-breathing dragon then. On Saturdays and Sundays, am just a dragon who wants coffee, a head massage, some more... Continue Reading →
We are a one-child family. I come from a single-child family while Red has a sibling. My dad has numerous siblings and my mom has two. I've gotten pitying looks on and off while I was growing up, about being a "single, only, lonely" child. And I've smiled to myself because that's not all that... Continue Reading →
Yup, you read that one correctly. It's a halfway, half-hearted or even half-assed attempt at living healthy with yours truly. Not because I don't care enough...hang on...I'm not entirely sure I do. Intensely care, that is. But since I drop the ball so often, I have to take a good, hard look at myself and... Continue Reading →
Mothers spend a lot of time waiting for their children. Starting with the actual birth itself, then the latching on, followed by the weaning off, the all-important toilet training, eating solids, walking, talking, running and then the slow and inevitable process of growing up. And lest I forget...the UBER-important...the falling asleep. Over the past few... Continue Reading →
TO's ideas about life and death are shaped quite a bit by the things he sees online. And since he sees more grown- up content these days vis-a-vis Mickey Mouse Club House, Noddy et al, death is portrayed more in the Occidental way than it is the Oriental or Indian way. He's seen characters who... Continue Reading →
I really don't like pigeons. They are nature's poop-factories and the bane of statues everywhere. They're like these neurotic birds who keep walking in circles, bobbing their heads while they lay their dumb eggs everywhere they aren't supposed to be building a nest and then pooping around it as well. Stupid birds. The parapet outside... Continue Reading →
I'm a mother...ergo I facepalm. Royally! My child, adorable tailless monkey that he is, is still prone to doing things ass backwards plenty of times. When he was a baby he'd bite off the bottom of his ice cream cone and then rush to suck up the swiftly flowing ice cream that was melting all... Continue Reading →
The easiest answer would be 2021...DUH! But it's become way more than that. The last time there was a brouhaha over a year or its ending was Y2K but that turned out to be a damp squib in comparison. Heads up! This is an image-heavy post... While 2019 ended on an interesting note- first international... Continue Reading →
I am a linguistic snob. I was educated (read thrashed into proper pronunciation+enunciation) by my teachers; majority of them who were Anglophiles or were brought up to regard Wren&Martin at par with their particular religious canons. And while I'm not always right, am not usually too off the mark. This morning over breakfast, I mentioned... Continue Reading →
A lot has been written about the people in the frontlines of this pandemic. As it should be. They literally are the first line of defence and often end up in hazardous situations themselves in the process of trying to cure or keep the populace safe. But I don't think enough has been written about... Continue Reading →
