Couple dynamics in contemporary families is a complex, almost incomprehensible affair. Our roles should not be defined by gender we promulgate, yet within the confines of our individual homes, away from prying eyes of family, friends and society; we are often left wondering what it means to be The Wife or The Husband. We battle... Continue Reading →
Each passing day, makes me realize how hard it must have been for my Mum. To be a homemaker. Day in, day out. Every single day. Without a break. On Sundays, when the kids wanted their favorite fried treats, and Pappaa wanted to lie in and watch cricket and read the news. On Eid and... Continue Reading →
Marriage is incredibly hard. We were told to look for tall, dark, rich, intelligent and handsome. Now fast approaching my thirties, and seven years into marriage, I know for sure that I was told wrong. The media is wrong, the fairy tales are full of bull-crap, the movies are absurd, the perfect man/ husband/wife/ woman... Continue Reading →
“For several years, I had been bored. Not a whining, restless child's boredom (although I was not above that) but a dense, blanketing malaise. It seemed to me that there was nothing new to be discovered ever again. Our society was utterly, ruinously derivative (although the word derivative as a criticism is itself derivative). We... Continue Reading →
As I sit in nigh darkness, I contemplate the state of my life. And my love. Of chasing dreams. And of the sacrifices that such pursuits entail. Of passion and perseverance. Or rather the surplus of passion and equivalent sparseness of the requisite perseverance. Can passion alone sustain one's dreams? Without the luxury of foresight,... Continue Reading →
Dearest Mr H,You’ve probably reached office. Or are stuck in traffic.You are one to keep your word. So you read the blog daily.These verses are for you to mull over. Let the words linger in your head. As the tiresome workday wears on, let them spread their warmth and comfort.Let them wane away gently…Let their... Continue Reading →
A dear friend of mine is getting married. And as she recounts tales of her last minute wedding shopping woes, I reminisce back to my own pre- wedding topsy- turvydom. An Indian wedding is invariably an elaborate, extravagant, rackety, drawn- out affair. It can protract from as little as a week to a month or... Continue Reading →
In the era of ever- blurring gender based marital- role demarcations, it does sometimes get difficult to adjudicate who does the cooking. Who is the master of the kitchen? Who dons the mantle of the chief bread- maker? Who puts grub on the table; day after day after day. And nights too! There are three... Continue Reading →
Reason no.1-Its’ bad for the economy No impressive statistics to quote here, but every woman reading this knows that she spends less when she is out with her man (the men may think otherwise….). A shopping trip with the man is just a scouting mission. They look. They like. They probably try as well. But they don’t buy.... Continue Reading →
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