Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
Note: The author knows that women put up with the vagaries of the hoomans they live with whether they are working inside the home or outside of it but it does seem a little tougher to escape said hoomans when you're chiefly inside the home. You either have to buy a ticket to the tropics (minus... Continue Reading →
Four years ago I wrote this blog post and I'm still laughing about it. Sometimes all the way to the loo because when Red ends up being funny inadvertently, it's bad for my bladder. One of the biggest yarns ever spun in my home is about Red getting a 92 in Hindi many moons ago.... Continue Reading →
This is going into the category of a bloglet viz it'll be brief. There's a book my husband bought me once the brat started pre-primary...it's called How To Talk So Kids Will Listen And Listen So Kids Will Talk. Since the book did not mention anything about how to talk so husbands will listen and stop leaving... Continue Reading →
It's not nearly as interesting as the Rear Window but it was still one helluva sight...these are the original images without any enhancements done.
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... Continue Reading →
The biggest irk about "healthy living" is when it's forced down your throat by someone who thinks they (meaning the rest of the family) ought to change their eating habits. Recently Red went on a road trip with a childhood friend who has embraced healthier options in his life vis-a-vis his eating habits. This individual... 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 →
It's not like I've reached a massive milestone and there needs to be a post commemorating it but when I woke up this morning, this post was lurking about in my head and with there still being a bit of time left before I needed to dive into Monday, I thought why not! I heard... Continue Reading →
I recently celebrated another birthday. Firmly ensconced into the 30s now. And having fun actually. Gravity has thrown down the gauntlet and challenged me to an out-and-out war but barring that life is pretty good. The little hiccups of home improvement, a child at home during summer holidays; getting bored but barring that I thought... 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. 