The weighing scale turned into a foe when I hit my teenage years and has stayed so ever since. My daily routine was no different from any other thinner accomplice. It was then that I understood that my metabolism and hormones had declared rebellion. Nonetheless, I always made sure that I was medically as fit … Continue reading Body shamed and hurt
-The alarm on your cell phone screams that it is thirty five minutes past six in the morning and as you scramble out of your bed and rush to brush your teeth, you make a mental note of the list of tasks you have to accomplish throughout the day. -You leaf through the morning news … Continue reading The Neuronal Highways- Drive Safe!
|| Anju || ‘Just like him’ The tinge of ginger in the hot tea had a soothing effect. I cupped my hands around the little glass to warm my hands. “I always loved this chai, made me forget my troubles temporarily. Let me know, if you need something. More tea?” Rakesh said in the middle … Continue reading Siblings, fortuitously. ‘Last Chapter’
|| Hemant || ‘Paper cup’ It was five in the morning. I stood near the porch, trying hard to spot a white Qualis which was supposed to transport my parents and Didi- me too, of course- to the Gateway of India. It was the start of an ultra-long weekend, all thanks to a chance positioning … Continue reading Siblings, fortuitously. ‘Chapter 3’
|| Anju || ‘Sunny side up!’ “Oh nooo!!! Not again!” Ajit uncle bellowed out, startling the five other living beings in his immediate vicinity. Sonali aunty and I looked at the floor. An egg lay cracked, creating a royal mess. Hemant was up to his tricks again. He would place an egg underneath an overturned … Continue reading Siblings, fortuitously. ‘Chapter 2’
A few weeks ago, I was engaged in a conversation with a wonderful gentleman who told me a story about a little girl. Born and raised in the city of Kharagpur, this girl is assigned as a nanny to a naughty energetic boy. I penned down this magical true story in a series of four short pieces. … Continue reading Siblings, fortuitously. ‘Chapter 1’
This collection of pieces are remembrances of roughly two decades of my existence -some happy, some sad. A part of this collection is like a eulogy for my late maternal grandparents- two brilliant individuals who infused a lot of colour into my childhood. Part 1: ‘The time when I was just old enough to spell … Continue reading Sepia tinted, with a little bit of wistfulness.
(Disclaimer: I have tried to fight an immensely strong urge of using real names in this piece of strict non-fiction. Alas, I succeeded.) There is a new breed of women emerging in this tremendously vastly populated country of ours (thanks to our forefathers): the formidable, independent, free-thinking and sapiosexual females who have decided to … Continue reading The Advantages and Adversities of being a Trophy Wife
Room number B-203 in the Dept. of Biological Sciences, TIFR, houses an extremely cohesive unit of worms and people. Amidst all the craziness and good science, there exists a whole lot of camaraderie. Whoever has spent some time in B-203 would vouch for the fact that -nobody in the lab is allowed to skip their … Continue reading Fellow Wormie gets hitched!
After being bombarded with two serious infections (namely Dengue and Typhoid) TOGETHER, it was assured that my birthday would be a gastronomically unstimulating affair. With almost a nil appetite and an intention to sleep all day, this revelation didn’t affect me much. Birthdays for me have always been a quiet affair and an opportunity to … Continue reading Of Loud and Boorish Birthdays