The Children Act – Ian McEwan

 This book was sent to me by the wonderful people at Random House India in exchange of an honest review The minimalist and yet, wonderfully eloquent cover of ‘The Children Act’ by Ian McEwan does complete justice to the story that follows. The image of a young boy jumping over a puddle on a very subtle blue cover gives the impression of a bird in … Continue reading The Children Act – Ian McEwan

Excerpts of a conversation between Mom and Me

Me: Hullo… Ma!! Mom: How many times have I told you not to throw things on the kitchen floor!! Me: Ummm…. Mom: Oh not you.. I was talking to the maid. What are you up to? Is your nose blocked?? Me: Nothing much. Caught a cold. Mom: How? What were you doing? Me: It’s so cold here at 2000 meters above sea level Ma….. haven’t … Continue reading Excerpts of a conversation between Mom and Me

The troubles of being a North-Indian woman in Bangalore

satire noun   1. the use of humour, irony, exaggeration, or ridicule to expose and criticize people’s stupidity or vices, particularly in the context of contemporary politics and other topical issues.   “the crude satire seems to be directed at the fashionable protest singers of the time”         synonyms  :  mockery, ridicule, derision, scorn, caricature I moved to Bangalore from a small … Continue reading The troubles of being a North-Indian woman in Bangalore

The Adorable (Usually in Retrospect) Things Parents Say

I was reading ‘Why Didn’t They ask Evans?’ by Agatha Christie the other day and sat laughing yet again at the Vicar and his youngest son’s efforts to communicate with each other. Bobby shuffled his feet. If his father couldn’t see that of course you joked about a thing because you had felt badly about it – well, he couldn’t see it ! It wasn’t … Continue reading The Adorable (Usually in Retrospect) Things Parents Say

The Break

I am finally home!! With no internet connectivity for some reason. Right now I am stealing a few moments on my  dear Mosu’s computer in his office at work. Have lots to write about. Will try to get my hands on an internet connection as soon as I can. But I am home. Walking to my friends beautiful fairytale home, breathing in the the natural … Continue reading The Break

Remembering old friends and flipping through old photographs …

It has been an incredibly hot few weeks and I am drooping with each passing day. My promised trip home has not materialized as yet and I get grumpier and grumpier as the days keep passing me by. I am missing all the beautiful winter days that are still chilling the bones of everyone at home while I suffocate in the heat here. Anyway, a few weeks … Continue reading Remembering old friends and flipping through old photographs …