Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
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 →
My kid's teenage years are kicking my heiney!* I was smarter as a teen than I am as a middle-aged mother of one. Primarily because I kept the eye rolling to a minimum and the simian grunts to a fairly non-existent level. I had to since my mother was handy with her spatulas and my... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 