May 28, 2017

From May to May…

I can barely remember what I was feeling, this time last year. I recall a vague anxiety with a pinch of excitement. But that’s about it. But I know for sure that today marks a whole year of me moving away from home to live in the United States. A year that has been oddly educating and definitely humbling. I…missed being amidst loved ones during festivals, family dinners and important occasions for the extended family. Understood that America is quite different from what the movies and soaps want us to believe. Had my heart broken into a million pieces. Got involved in deep conversations with almost strangers sitting on wooden…

June 28, 2013

June 29 | Three Decades

The first vivid memory that most of us probably have is time with our parents. And hence, in theme with today’s topic I am also able to write about two wonderful people that I have been blessed to be able to call my mother and father.  1983. Then.  2013. Now. On the 29th of June, 1983 they were married in a quiet ceremony in Calcutta. I have been a part of most of their journey afterwards and have seen them live the years, with an open heart, a smile on their faces and absolute strength.  I have heard stories from them about the time when they did not even have…

October 14, 2012

Tangerine

I happened to go through some old posts yesterday and came across the first one I had ever written here. I realised that I’ve been writing for over three years.  Over the years, I have been rather regular. Probably missed a month or two in the middle when work was crazy, but mostly, anything significant in the last few years has been carefully documented. I have Richa to thank, for coming down to my room at the hostel in Lavale and helping me setup and get started. I read her blog religiously over a year before I decided to start my own. I also have her to thank for being one of…

October 3, 2012

Month-old

Seems like just the other day that I was packing bags and cartons to send via Gati to Kolkata. Only last week that I walked into the cabin at Edelman India to say goodbye. Just the last weekend that I had such a gloriously drunken time with the girls at home. And just like that I look at the calendar and it’s been a month at Zeenah today. It’s a funny feeling. I don’t know whether to be surprised at the fact that four weeks have rushed by. Or whether to wonder why I keep regular tabs on Edelman and what happens there. I haven’t written much about my work…

June 28, 2012

29 on 29

One uptight Bengali joint family. One mad Punjabi house of ‘Pinky Phulka Lao’. One very controversial, yet consensual wedding. Twenty-nine years of wedded bless. She grooves to Daler Mehndi. He worships W.A.Mozart. He does the dishes. She cooks like a wonder. She preserves. He disposes. Both love unconditionally. Through their differences, they have grown stronger. Happy twenty-ninth, Ma-Baba. No child could wish for more. June 29, 1983 | Calcutta  June 29, 2012 | Muscat