Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
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 →
Originally published in- http://fortunatecave.livejournal.com/110328.html Red mumbles. And quite likely, I'm going deaf in one ear. This is how it happened: I was saying something about Mumaith Khan Red said something I heard as thus- She looks like Cromwell. Me: Cromwell? Oliver Cromwell? Eeks!! Red: Cromwell?!! I said kaamwaali!! *walks away shaking his head at me... Continue Reading →
People often introduce their spouses as their better halves. Or bitter depending on what time of the day you run into them or during which pet peeve they seem to be exercising; but the fact of the matter is that you do feel like something's missing when someone in your family or your everyday existence... Continue Reading →
That's how I refer to my husband in digital media- Facebook, blogs, and in my phonebook. I don't know how or why it started but it did. He's not red at all- no communist tendencies lurking here and there neither does he have one red hair. He's been a salt&pepper guy since we met nearly... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 