Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
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 →
I pun, or attempt to, at the best and worst of times. It's not listed as an official coping mechanism but it is one I employ along with snark, sarcasm and tongue-in-cheek humor. This disclaimer is being given because I will be speaking about our family car and how it's gone its merry way, away... Continue Reading →
It has been a while since I wrote. Been a while since I even thought of writing, to be honest. In the words of John Lennon, "Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans" and it it holds true even now, decades after he said it. I turned a year older recently. Had... Continue Reading →
My aunt died recently. She was actually my husband's aunt but the distinction wasn't ever really a thing. In Urdu, Aapa means elder sister and that's how I heard her referred to by many of people around her. My husband's family speaks Telugu and typically she would have been referred to as Peddamma (elder mother/aunt)... Continue Reading →
If you thought that was a pun, guess what? You’re bang on! The gym I occasionally frequent (inching towards an oxymoron here folks) has mirrors all along one side of a wall and that really helps while you’re checking out your form or lack thereof. It frequently helps me bemoan the state my body’s in... Continue Reading →
When one has a persisting case of this...the words are hard to come by.
Young love is *very* different from not-so-young love. The expressions are off the charts and sometimes we look back at those days of being unrestrained and full throttle in our feelings and maybe cringe a bit saying, "Damn! Did I really do all that?" From writing your name along with that of the one you... Continue Reading →
Any mother will tell you that manipulation is a bedrock of parenting. Sometimes we manipulate the little rugrats and quite a few times they manipulate us successfully and store that away for future reference of what works on the life-givers. This is what works with T.O quite well: If I need him to do something... Continue Reading →
The word 'turbulent' here refers to the frame of mind of the parents of tweens and not the tweens themselves. Honestly, I can even begin to take a gander at what these self-involved little hoomans are thinking, with half their brains trying to not give into the sociopathy that kids seem to have a blueprint... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 