Notes from an almost-empty-nester
I got a call from my dad yesterday. Then again, today.
That’s unusual.
Not because we don’t talk much but because he isn’t a just-like-that-call person. He’s more of a say-hi-when-mom-has-called kind or ask-for-adhar-card-number-and-say-bye kind.
Continue reading “Mangoes!”
Ever since we shifted to this house almost six years ago, the road outside our apartment complex had been in a terrible state.
Continue reading “Little things matter”
Fact: I hate leftovers.
Fact: I hate throwing away leftovers.
Fact: I hate creative complicated recipes about what to do with leftovers.
As a blogger/writer my biggest challenge has always been consistency. Building writing discipline has proved to be bl**** damn hard, perhaps because I find it hard to prioritise my writing.
Continue reading “C for consistency”
If we were having coffee I’d tell you what huge sighs of relief we’ve all been exhaling since the children got through their boards.
Continue reading “If we were having coffee together – 10”