The azure sky changed into a garment of orangish-red as the sun setting in the horizon mutely signaled the end of the day. The dogwood blossoms fell to the ground, spreading a white carpet around the trunk. They planned to exit in silence, to come back again the next year. To adorn the garden, the … More When Silence Tells
Exaggeration at times does add that special comic flavor and spice to a conversation. However, I am not guilty as charged. In no way have I inflated any of the incidents in these anecdotes. A mom once shared how she served canned peaches and oranges to her three-year-old twin boys because she felt lazy to … More Taking Liberty to be Lazy
Groggy and jet-lagged, I tip-toed downstairs to the kitchen. Grabbing a cup of coffee to beat the tiredness, I looked out through the window. The backyard donned a new look. The camellia bush and cherry blossoms were in full bloom, signaling that spring is on its way. It was a bare landscape just a few … More Silent Musings Down Memory Lane
“Many cool,” said the guy who comes to mow our lawn in the summer and fall. It took us a while to figure out what he meant. It was an unusually breezy afternoon, and when he gestured by putting his arms across his chest, it struck us that he was trying to say that it … More What’s the Big Deal With This “English Vinglish”?
They have a plan in place, in tune with Nature’s varied moods, and follow a ritual, I often wondered why. Droplets streamed down the window panes, the remnants from the showers, of the night before. Dark clouds enveloped the sky. The chill, the silence, the wet ground defined the dull, gray morning. With a dampened … More Again, After the Rains
Icicles, frost, sub-zeroes, chill, blizzard, freeze: like any other year, these words have adorned the winter glossary yet again. What carries an air of excitement with them is undoubtedly the mention of “snow”. More so for those who do not get to see it that often. Any time when I talk to people and say … More Winter Snippets
Several years ago, I frantically cried during transit at Frankfurt airport after having lost a ring in the flight from India. My innocent 8-year-old joined in unison and seemed as miserable. I had grown up hearing that losing gold is a bad omen. Later, a much older cousin advised that I needn’t worry because it … More As the Wives Say
