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Every time I get on a long-distance train My inner Simran steps in hope That this is the trip I’d meet the Raj of my dreams.   I’ve ridden through mountains, lakes and deserts Jatin-Lalit on background score (through a USB!) My neck craning a little higher at every second bend.   Seeking. Hoping. Waiting.   And it has taken me my whole life to understand … Continue reading 8/24

6/24

Things to Give To Your Sister’s Daughter. A sewing machine. Every woman should be able to tailor her own dresses. Not many things in life bring you peace and magic.   3 meters of ivory silk with navy doves. For her to sew a dress with; to wear on days when all is falling apart. To remind her that angels do exist.   And a … Continue reading 6/24

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 wind knocked out of me when she replied, “I … Continue reading To the Single Woman Busy Making Her Story Count

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. The lavender scented epsom salts that I picked up from … Continue reading The Christmas Within You

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 an unexplained patch has appeared from the inside and it … Continue reading Fix

Too Late for an Ageing Closet Romantic

I am an addict. A romance novel junkie. And nothing ‘fixes’ me up better than a Mills & Boon trashy paperback. I am also a sucker for rom-com movies. There’s something about “Sweet Home Alabama” that’s had me watch it like 50 times without being bored. And my love for all things Bollywood, from Khuddar’s tumsa koi pyara to Veer Zara’s aaya tere dar pe. If … Continue reading Too Late for an Ageing Closet Romantic