conversations with kids

Do you remember the time when you and I were growing up? Not only was the innocence charming, our parents were extremely trusting as well. Those were the days when it was natural to strike conversations with strange kids, pull their cheeks and offer them chocolates. When a neighbourhood ‘uncle’ was the benign fun guy Read More →

childhood disappeared

  This post has been published on Huffington Post India.  Remember the song ‘Bachpan ke din bhi kya din the, udte phirte titli ban?’ As I hum the words, I look back nostalgically at my own childhood : those carefree days devoid of gadgets, satellite TV and computers yet filled with so much love and Read More →

selfie mania

If  there is one  innovation that has taken the world by storm, it is a selfie. Earlier we roamed around with our cameras mustering courage to ask a passerby to click our picture. And then later realized that either the picture was blurred or we were looking ungainly (fat!) only because of the bad angle; Read More →

indian roads

I turned my car slowly on to the road leading to the school. It was almost 5 pm and the elder son would be coming out of the gate any minute now. My thoughts were veering to all kinds of things; the younger son was droning on about his friend and an incident that happened Read More →

women ambition

I have recently been reading ‘Lean In’ by Sheryl Sandberg  at a really slow pace. Slowly because the book engrossed me it being such a stimulating read. A high-profile, successful American executive opens out her heart and shares her experiences and you realize that at the bottom of it all we are so similar. A woman in America and a Read More →

Why keep dogs?

Well there are many reasons I can give you. Kids universally love dogs. They find them cute and they feel that a puppy is an animated stuffed toy. They love to cuddle and hug a dog till time’s end. I can’t tell you how many children come home to play with Coco. So most often, Read More →

The caregiver's trauma

There was a time when I loved her. Her lovely eyes brimming with compassion, her beautiful smile and her warm hug. I dug them. She was my support, my moral compass, my life. Not any more! Now I find it an ordeal to step into her room. Her room minimal, her bedside littered with medicines. The Read More →

poor children

Friday evenings are fun. They are the culmination of a tiring work week and generally are a precursor to a relaxed weekend. Okay, not that relaxed but at least a time to unwind, catch up with the chores, read, watch silly TV or movies and tolerate the kids waiting for Monday to come quickly. A Read More →