A chance encounter with an 80's movie gets me laughing and nostalgic and being thoroughly entertained.
The Day Of Lurve
I didn't know about Valentine's Day till I was in elementary school in the US. It didn't mean much once I came back to India. Well it still doesn't mean much because I've only celebrated it about a handful times in my adult life. The husband isn't the roses (red or otherwise)and candy kinda guy.…
Reflections at 4:47 am.
I'm up. Again. I'll be useless by 11 am unless I have 2 super-duper coffees (one of them black) in the first half of the day. I don't mind waking up ahead of time. I like the near-solitude that the apartment offers. The offspring is sleeping in some odd modernistic dance pose and the husband…
Relics of My Childhood
Reliving fun and silliness from my childhood while my kid grows through his...
What I Learnt From My Kid’s School
Courtesy Facebook's memories I get to know about how and what I was thinking not only on a time a specific time in the past but also how I was feeling. And when I wrote this post I was a bit more of an anxious mother, fretting about my kid's school, academic "career" as it were…
Reblogged: Dented
Reblogged:Playing With The Hand You’re Dealt…
Isn't that what it all boils down to in life? It isn't always celebrating the things that go well or in accordance with our plans or even making our peace with the things that don't. It's finally just existing with what IS. Sometimes we are able to do it gracefully and other times it takes a…
Reblogged: Like A Phoenix
A lot of blogs turn out to be a plunge into some deep chasm of thought. It's not. I suddenly get a notion in my head. It often cries for a platform. Some days I can give it one and other days it's shunted onto my list of things-to-do-but-not-now-maybe-later. After a long time I napped…
A Walk Down Memory Lane
Some of us actively live in the past. How things were, how they happened et al. And that's understandable. There's a comfort in looking back at things which have already occurred. You don't need to worry about them again...they're done. Maybe not dusted but you know how they've played out. It's *not* the unknown. The present…
Residue
People often talk so dismissively of residues. It's what's left behind afterall when all the better, more worthwhile stuff has been availed or done with. But residues are important too because they are the only glimpse into what transpired long after something has ceased to be. I am terribly maudlin today. I'm sitting in my…
