For most of my life, I’ve been considered a rebel. It wasn’t that I was doing anything very crazy, but I was mostly going against the fray. But in some cases, my OCD nature never allowed me to completely break the mould. I didn’t like it, but I respected authority. Blame it on a strict… Read More Colouring outside the lines
(That’s me yelling at L to turn around as she runs off on the pier at Kite Beach) As you know from my previous posts, I didn’t exactly breeze through the first half of this pregnancy. I had mixed feelings while I was hospitalised and I am still recovering my strength, both mentally and physically.… Read More The Whale and the Toddler
I sit here, in front of my computer, with various projects running through my brain. I can’t sit still. I want to write more. I want to paint. I want to do yoga. At the same time I want to clean my house, spend more time with my daughter and do some laundry. Oh and… Read More Exploring the new me
Sex and the City was epic. It was entertaining. It was unique. It was uplifting. It is re-watchable. But it was slightly idealistic. No rather, it was quite idealistic. It was the story of 4 women, as different as different can be, coming together to form this girl-pack that was stronger than concrete lathered on… Read More Why ‘Sex and the City’ makes me really mad sometimes.
As I keep repeating, my blogging has taken a bit of a backseat. Not because I don’t want to write, heck, I’m desperate to write. But between my baby, now toddler and the house and my various extra-curricular interests, I rarely get to pen my thoughts. But today is a special day. Four days ago,… Read More One year in
In the wake of recent news, I feel compelled to write about my recent trip to Lahore. I was going to take my time, find a new angle to an old city and slowly sieve through pictures I took. But then tragedy stuck in the form of soulless monsters that took the life of… Read More Lahore
Before baby L was born, I had a clear picture of how I would raise her. I had even envisioned how she would turn out. I was against using the word ‘no’ with her and I cringed inside when someone else took a stern tone with her. Usually, I chastised the disciplinarian. My picture was clear.… Read More I won’t say sorry for you