a memoir of etchings and wanderings
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” →
❤ There can never be enough said about what a blessing you are. At 57, you are more fabulous and full of life, as ever. In my prayers, I thank the heavens. And hope that I might be able to become more like you some day.
I am often told that I do not eat to live, but rather eat to live. Food is my panacea. For when I’m low, when I’m ecstatic, when I’m afraid, when boredom strikes, or even life seem hopeless! As I have already written before, one of my most favourite television shows is definitely the Master Chef series. I also take particular pride in my ‘Gourmandise’ board on Pinterest. Now, since … Continue reading “Crêperie, s’il vous plaît?” →
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” →
Its good to be at peace. To not to have to think twice before speaking. To hear the chirping of the cuckoo clock which is a year older than I am. To see an actual bath-tub in the bathroom. To experience uninterrupted electricity supply. To have healthy meals on time. To watch football on a flat-screen with Ma and Baba. To know that the sea is just around the corner. … Continue reading “Good To Be” →
Since yesterday was Mother’s Day, it gives me immense happiness to reflect into how blessed I am to be born to mine. For so very many reasons. ♥ Did you know that the official Mother’s Day flowers are carnations?
Amid all of the other disturbances, the world seems so much of a better place when Mothers are around. On this Women’s Day, a little tribute to the most beautiful woman I know and an unconditional love that can be never replaced.
No matter what the world thinks, to me Kolkata will always be one of the most beautiful and soulful places on the planet – maybe this connection has got to do something with being born on the soil. Parents’ annual India trip gave me the opportunity to visit early this year for a family reunion of sorts. # Had the most dramatic airport pick up in my life, yet! # … Continue reading “Kolkataaa – You Sexy” →
2011 has been big on the weddings front. Two very close friends and a brother got hitched and I’m very fortunate that I was able to be present and collect my own share of happy memories with them. Ridhima-Bhavya in May, Shoi-Bulan in July and most recently, Riki Bhaiya and his Jabalpur bride this month. Amongst a variety of speculations on whether I would be or should be able to … Continue reading “Shaadi Mubarak!” →
The goodbyes are always the most difficult. I’ve done this year on year, and although I believe I have grown stronger, it shakes me up to think that tomorrow this time, I wont be here. Not in this room, not in this country. Not with the people I care for most. Sometimes, I wonder to myself – they years are so precious and we spend them trying to prove all … Continue reading “New Diary” →