Those You Love, Don’t Define Who You Are

I finally figured out how to loop the digital radio through the lounge speakers yesterday. A rather smooth unplugged version of 90’s “ghar se nikalte hi” is streaming through this early Sunday morning. There’s a slight autumn chill in the air but the sun streaming through these huge overhead windows over the lounge is beautifully…

To the Single Woman Busy Making Her Story Count

You know how sometimes you watch something on television or listen to on the radio and that moment gets etched in your memory forever? I’ll never forget Indra Nooyi in an interview with David Bradley some years ago when he asked her whether women can “have it all”. I remember slumping back in my chair,…

The Christmas Within You

It’s Christmas eve, actually early hours of the Christmas morning and I am finally sitting down with my feet soaked in a tub of hot water and a glass of rosé that I’ve taken a liking to lately. It’s cooled down considerably and there’s a breeze enough to gently sway the wind charms on Suruj‘s back verandah….

Still Alive

Amazing isn’t it, dear reader that you and I are still alive. Tired Dragging, pulling, almost plowing to get through this week? At one point, I felt as if all the air had whooshed out of me and my lungs were going to pop and splatter all over the place like pink bubblegum. I don’t…

2 Years on Where is Shyamni?

Dear Reader, I had planned a sparkling anniversary post but I must have blinked because I missed the 2-year mark for this blog in April! Time definitely flies. It seems like just last month when I was trying to come up with a name. Only after publishing my 10th post, I realized what a cliché ‘where…

False Friends

As an on-off English teacher, occasionally in a pre-intermediate class I’d hand out a “False Friends’ worksheet. False friends are words or phrases in two languages or dialects that look or sound similar but differ significantly in meaning. It usually ends up being a ridiculously fun task and it is one of the few grammar classes that sticks…

Fix

Things are not well in Suruj’s house. There seems to be a spate of broken occurrences. Cupboard doors are off their hinges. The fridge isn’t cooling properly. The 4-month old electric kettle has started to leak. The back door lock gets jammed every once in a while leaving somebody locked out. On Suruj’s husband’s TV…

Okay With Not Finishing

2014 seemed like a MasterChef 60-minute cookout challenge episode where everything just went wrong for your favorite contestant. It’s one of those episodes where when told to ‘stop cookinggggg’ you’ve already taken your apron off, ready to do the walk of shame out the doors. The entire year seemed like one big Mercury Retrograde. Retracing everything…

Without Notice

Two things died last Tuesday. Both close. Both personal. Both without notice. My macbook and a relative. If you’ve converted to Macs then you’d know how comparatively simple and hassle-free things become after the transition from a PC. 4 years on my current macbook and I’ve had zilch problems. Never. None. Completed numerous projects on…

Overcomplicating Cupcakes

I daintily worked through the pretty pink cupcake I was eating, trying to be careful to not click my fork on the plate (etiquette class 101 – thanks aunty Kas!). It’s a hard task though trying to eat a cupcake these days especially when all you want is a sugar fix with your caffeine hit…

Spring and Hope

Beats of light fusion music above the hum of chic conversations float to my ears. One look outside the large glass panel and it’s almost as if the leafing trees on the street are sashaying in tune. The afternoon sunlight streaming through the dark decor of timber and brown pleasantly warms the crisp air.  I…

Even When It Is Not Your Fault

Remember last week’s mini-adventures – The scoring of a really cheap flight, the perfect weather, the spontaneous road trip down the south coast of NSW? Well it wasn’t all that marvelous. Somewhere in between the chocolate topped ice-creams and the craggy cliffs and the salty sea spray, we had an accident. We were easily flowing…