It wasn’t until I read Susan from 5 Minutes for Moms post on how to plan a spa day for kids, that I realized that I could do the same for my kids, and their grandmother. My daughter loves to be pampered and of course, she was game for it. We decided that Sunday would…
“Read the previous part of the story here – Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4 , Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10 ,Chapter 11 and Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, and Chapter 15. Curse the Mumbai taxiwalas. This was the sixth taxi driver who had refused to ply to Bombay Hospital. He needed to go see Kurien… his body. He needed to…
Too Late For Atonement Chapter 8 “Read the previous part of the story here – Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3,Chapter 4 , Chapter 5, Chapter 6, and Chapter 7” Shekhar kneaded the muscles on his neck. Working on a laptop all day long was taking a toll on him. It was a perfect afternoon though. The day was sunny and clear, and…
Pallavi woke up early on Sunday morning. She checked to see if Ma was around. Her mother had already left for her morning walk. Good. I will not have to answer any ‘buts’ and ‘whys’. She hastily scribbled a note for her mother saying that she was going over to Shreya’s place for breakfast. She…
Too Late For Atonement Prologue He watched the party going on inside the guest house in Lonavla. Trust his bladder to desert him at a time like this. He felt the warmth trickling down his pants. Thank goodness for the heavy rains, he thought. At least no one could tell that he had had an…
She came out to see her mother in a contemplative mood. She was sitting at the coffee table sipping on her cup of tea, and thinking deeply about something. Talkative as her mother was, Pallavi knew that she could not have been quiet about nothing. Something was most certainly up. “What’s the matter,…
Pallavi was awakened by the sound of the doorbell. Who could it be at this hour? She checked the clock. She had already taken in the packets of milk, and gone back to bed to snooze for an hour extra, and she had kept the garbage bags outside her door late last night, so…
It was a quaint little café where she had agreed to meet him. Not one who had wanted to impress him, she had put on a plain white shirt over dark blue distressed denims. Her hair was pulled back tightly into a high ponytail, but she failed to realize that it made her look more…
Pallavi cast an eye on the mirror before she took off for work. She was already pretty late. She could have used a little make-up to enhance her features, but it didn’t matter where she worked. The hospital where she worked as a pediatrician, was more concerned about…
Call me demented. Yes, do that. Because I am. I have just done the impossible and signed on for three different challenges this month. 1. Ultra Blog Challenge – September 2014 2. NaBloPoMo – September 2014. The third challenge I have accepted with my second blog Parent Avenue. And that challenge is the ProBlogger by…
Call me demented. Yes, do that. Because I am. I have just done the impossible and signed on for three different challenges this month. 1. Ultra Blog Challenge – September 2014 2. NaBloPoMo – September 2014. The third challenge I have accepted with my second blog Parent Avenue. And that challenge is the ProBlogger by…
Ganpati Bappa… Morya!!! The streets outside are abuzz with this sound. It is the second day of Ganesh Chaturthi, and the day of visarjan for all one and half days Ganeshji. Including mine. Yesterday was a happy day, when Ganeshji came to our home to bless us with His presence, and today it is a…
When hubbs and me stepped into this house, right after our wedding, it was just a house that we bought. There wasn’t much in this 1BHK that we could call ours. Every wall was a stranger, every corner was an alien.
Independence day is just around the corner, and already the feeling of pride and respect is in the air. A new year brings new hopes. The recent years haven’t been very good for us though. The sense of belonging to the nation, and working as one people to uplift the country to bigger heights of…
He was the Black Mamba. Feared and respected secret agent. But not here at this reunion. Here he was once again the little school boy watching butterflies out of his classroom, mesmerized by their beauty. Here he was the dreamer, the poet. At long last, he was Bipin once again. Linking this post…
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