A blue polka dotted balloon drifts down into the balcony as the kids and I sit navigating our way through the digestive system. Class tests are on and the three of us seem like we’re enclosed in a cocoon, shielded off from the outside world, lost in the universe of books and notes and unyielding …
It’s after 10 pm. The children have finally settled down in their rooms wrapping up their studies, their TV time and their million arguments. I open my book for few minutes of reading before I turn in for the day. The phone pings. I glance at it and find a message from my sister-in-law, S. …
I don’t want to wear formals, announces H. That’s how most of our festive days begin. We have this tussle each year, at every festival. I’ve been giving in to him slowly but surely, bending to his will, letting him have his way. We moved from Kurta pajamas, to short kurtas and trousers and then …
Dinner is done and the children and Husband have withdrawn to the relative cool of the bedroom. I’m done too as I put away the leftovers and wipe down the kitchen platform. I glance at the dirty dishes piled up in the sink. We went a little overboard with the cooking tonight, I muse. Dinner …
How have you been dear friends? How is the Covid-19 lockdown treating you? Are you able to step out at all? It seems surreal, even now, after over a month, that we’ve been housebound this long. It’s been even longer for us as the children have been home since the end of February, preparing for …
Priyanka, with her grit and her determination, as also her ability to stand up to all kinds of trolling and bullying, has always been inspirational. Everything about her seems to spell, ‘Say what you will, I’ll do my own thing’. To me, that’s the greatest kind of freedom anyone can ever aspire for. And that’s what prompted me to pick up her biography.
