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 … Continue reading “From May to May…”

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 … Continue reading “June 29 | Three Decades”

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 … Continue reading “Tangerine”

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 … Continue reading “Month-old”

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, … Continue reading “29 on 29”