It’s Called Knock Knock

There I am standing in front of my apartment building waiting for my transport to take me to work. This woman, from the same building, also waits for her transport. We share a smile on certain days, and if either of our rides is late, we exchange ‘Hellos.’ Today, she comes over and asks me […]

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Desperate Public Parenting

The other day, Mylo parks the car, nods, and stretches his seat to catch a wink in what would be a half-wink chore for me – withdrawing money from the ATM. There was just one guy waiting and I with none of life’s pressures on me, strolled to join him. Just then, a scooter stops […]

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Turning Returning

In a retrospective fit, I asked Mylo his happiest moment of all time. “Uh…..the day we got engaged….?” “Not a trick question, so answer honestly!” Ten minutes and he was still silent. When I was asked this question in a yoga session, a couple of years ago, I was told to think about it and […]

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Meeting Your Husband’s Friend’s Expectations

I’m not targeting that husband who appreciates his wife indulging in a conversation with his friends (and their wives) and offers the brilliant idea of ordering food or restaurant hopping, when he senses she’d rather laugh than sweat. I’m targeting that husband who appreciates his wife floating into the darkness of their bedroom or kitchen […]

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When You Don’t Know How to Drive

… it’s no fun owning a car. Seriously. If I were a blonde bimbo with a short skirt and a bikini top, I’d have ordered my way through this marriage. But then, we are this ordinary looking middle class couple. So when inside the car, I listen to my husband coz he’s doing something pretty […]

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Parents

I believe after a certain age, it’s a blessing to be able to see your parents everyday. I actually never wished for it or thought of it while I was away studying, working or busy being married.  Now, when I take life at the pace I want it, it’s an overwhelming completeness to have them […]

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Calling a Malayalee Husband ‘Cheta’

I can’t. My in-laws think I do. My parents know I don’t. He, doesn’t care. Then the phone rings and it’s his Dad.“Where’s he? I’ve been trying him for a while. Did he go to office?”“Went. Office. In the morning. I’ll pass on the message immediately. How are you doing, Acha?” I survive. Each time. […]

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Domesticated Chaos

There I am narrating instances when I worked till I’ve mopped my own sweat, and his entire body transforms into a life-size “So?” I don’t like domestic chores. Neither does he. But the crucial difference is, he can pick the last clean plate on the shelf, and still be optimistic. Optimism in this case means […]

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“When I Grow Up…

I want to be a doctor.” I have no idea why I said that. But I was 8 years old and it seemed to be a popular answer, so I stuck to it. My medical entrance rank was 19K + something. My dad shied away from our neighbours for a week. I was already reading […]

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Working From Home

Yesterday, I realized I was claustrophobic. After an emotional confession, Mylo bunked work to take me to the dumbest movie in town, ‘New York,’ lined with popcorn and icecream. I work from home. I’m a consultant and an entrepreneur. Yes, it’s exciting and I love it. The biggest and most obvious reason: my primal needs […]

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