Day 1# A Short Story

So the first one is – 250 words about me.  Single child, raised in one of the quietest and most peaceful countries in the GCC.  A blessed, protected childhood. And then the action began. Moved to India for higher education when I was 17. Young. Foolish. Excited. Not aware of the ways of the world.  Pune. Calcutta. Pune.  Before I knew it, I has a Masters degree in Communication Management … Continue reading “Day 1# A Short Story”

Pujo by the Palm

In no way like Calcutta, but Pujo was always a big deal even for children in Muscat. We had new clothes for each of the five main days.  The Indian Social Club, Bengali Wing would organise for an assortment of traditional and well, not-so traditional activities.  Recitations, cooking competitions, music and dance, theater style performance by children and adults. Over the years, it evolved into fancy dress competitions, fashion shows and things … Continue reading “Pujo by the Palm”

Glyph of Ink!

It is one of those things you put so much thought into. Years of contemplation. Umpteen number of searches. But from what I’ve seen, heard and experienced – it mostly happens on impulse. Yes, what I’m rambling about is a tattoo! In 2010, one fine morning Ankita walked out of the PG while we were asleep – and came back with a tribal pattern on her nape. Last year, on … Continue reading “Glyph of Ink!”

It’s a first!

Earlier into the year, I had written about the desire for lone travelling and mentioned that the solitude, in some cases was one of my biggest fears. Although I enjoy my alone time immensely and quite often crave for more, watching a movie in a theatre alone has been something I was yet to tread on. I have always dreaded it thinking that it was the sort of thing loners … Continue reading “It’s a first!”