Does anybody remember these water cans? If you are as old as me, or older than me, you would remember these as the Milton water cans that you would carry along with you on long journeys. If you had the…
Category: nostalgia
When we get it right – Silent Valley (Part 1)
The hubby and me have this constant argument about how good things are abroad, and how we mess up things in India. He thinks I am a snob (which I admit I probably am, but if I am perfect…
Conversations for a Married Couple
One of things that scared me about marriage was big gatherings. Not just gatherings with relatives, but even gatherings with friends. And if you know anything about me, that’s strange. I love being with people, and I have always loved…
I am not one of those “trekking” people!
“Why would any sane person huff and puff and sweat and stink and kill themselves walking through some god forsaken place?” Very sane question I must say. “Especially when there’s a jeep which will take you the summit that gives…
Rain and me..
I listen to the rain patter on my window as I curl into the comforter. I was told I was coming to ‘Sunny California’ when I moved here, but I havent seen too much of the sun since then. I…
Home pics!!
Yes, am very much alive..and kicking:-) I know I have been awfully quiet, but all’s well – just a case of verbal constipation. 😀 Will be back soon, hopefully….till then, pics of my new home..Statuatory warning: Only “oohing and aahing”…
Dancing…
During my holiday at Pune, I stayed over at’s place for one night. Her apartment looks over this heritage building – a mansion called Aga Khan Palace (I think. gave me the name, but I forget). </P> <br> I loved…
On being home…
It started with a coffee conversation with a friend who said “Unlike you, I actually like staying at home you know.” I was stunned. When did I ever give the impression that I hate staying at home? He just shrugged…
being cryptic…
You think it happened. But then you realised that it didnt. You didnt want it to happen, but now you are disappointed that it didnt.
My journal – part of a mail.
Nearly missed the plane. My flight was at 8 in the evening and at 5 pm I suddenly remembered that I had forgotten about my survival kit. Thats right. Maggi, Top Ramen and MTR. It was pouring heavily and there…