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My very first engagement

It is not easy to keep away things from your partner especially when you are planning a surprise. To add to it, is this lock down misery. This was the constraint faced by H as she really wanted to do something special for A’s birthday. She couldn’t even go shopping in this lock down. I presented her few ideas with […]

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The Last Slice

It’s the last hour of weekday.I am ready to unwind,“What’s the plan?”, flickers on my screen.I promptly type, “Care for a drink?”One turns onto two. Two to many.Now, hunger pangs roar as savvy restaurants are unkind.“All booked, All booked”, they cry.Last minuters like us are left high and dry.Big fast food names are a no-no.Kebab shops around here are so-so.Our eyes meet, our lips wet.“Is that what you have been thinking?”“You bet!”One Pepperoni and One Caramalised Onion are under attack.Our mutual love for Pizza, cannot be held back.“Go for it!”, he encourages me, eyeing the last slice.“Tomorrow?”, I succumb being sincere and nice.Suddenly, I remembered such last morning after.My annoyance at empty cartons was met with laughter.Now, I couldn’t let it happen twice.The great betrayal at the Last Slice.

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Valiant = Vulnerable

Little boys and girls are often told and shown stories of heroic bravery when they are growing up. Who doesn’t like a tale where a righteous hero fought against a nasty villain.For people like me who never chose to argue loudly, push and shove around the playground, a title is passed very quickly. Wimp. Radubai. Limbutimbu. To make matters worse, […]

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Buddha’s Crest

A fallen seed from the heaven,Are you frightened of getting dirty in the muddy waters?Hold your reins against those torrential currents and menancing pests.Others may bloom at the will of sweet sunshine,But only you will learn to breathe underwater.Blossom solitary.Unfluttering your pearly white petals,As the Buddha’s Crest.Blossom solitary.

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Child of Twilight

I stood firmly as a tree,witnessing a miraculous sight.To my left the sky was on fire,Burning deep yellows to orange brights.Consciousness at its peak, analysing this blissful time.To my right the sky was electric,Soothing deep indigo to silver ink blues.My sub conscious gently breaking into a melodic song.I stood firmly as a tree,witnessing a miraculous sight.An immersed whole me,The child […]

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My womb in agnst

Slam down the biological clock,Screaming at me tick tock, tick tock. Clomid, Metformins, that thirsty blood sucking syringe,Like it’s a past life revenge.Ensure a supply of Collagen and vitamins,Don’t you dream of a bottle of Heineken.Gluten free, high protein,Your unsolicited advice is truly bothering. Despair aligned to the moon waxing or waning,My wombs agnst is silently draining.Soaked bedsheets after nightfall,Awkward […]

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Inner Space

High consumption of OTT platforms is my current escapism as Lockdown 3.0 progresses in Britain. My recent one being the critically acclaimed “Is love enough Sir?” The titular question is still looming in my mind for days. But most importantly the plush but sombre tight space where these individuals fall in love. It almost becomes a character in itself. So, […]

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A Saudade for Goa via Portugal

Come December and smiles start getting wider on faces in London. It’s the favourite time of the year and nobody can keep calm. For me, it is also a reminder to finish off annual leaves and seek slightly warmer, sunnier avenues.So off we went to Portugal for a small quiet holiday. For better weather, to relax after a hectic year. We are now so used to travelling in Europe that I have given up researching the places before and take the best out of moments itself. (Yeah! I know, the 30s probably)We landed in the northern city of Porto and stayed in a lovely apartment by the River Duoro. The city is so small that you could cover the historic downtown’s cobbled pathways in a day.The potterhead in me was thrilled to visit the oldest bookshop in Europe – Livraria Lello for apparently J K Rowling was inspired by its spiral wooden staircases and the stained glass ceiling. It’s a bit touristy now but its totally worth it for Eur 4. So, we spent most of the evenings lazing around in the apartment, reading a book and overlooking the river and the famous  Ponte Louis bridge, designed by Théophile Seyrig, a disciple of Gustave Eiffel.Of course, the real reason for visiting Porto, was sampling the famous Port Wine. After all, Port Wine is the first alcoholic beverage I have had! (Thanks Dad) Its synonymous with Goa, after Feni of course. But Port Wine has […]

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A Museum for Mumbai : A bun-maska for thought

This new year’s day, I spent my noon convincing the receptionist at ‘The Museum of History of Catalonia’ to open up as advertised. We were visiting Barcelona around that festive time of the year and probably I had my stakes high expecting them to open on Numero Uno of 2017. Perhaps, that was just the museum enthusiast in me.So, my father-in-law gave up practising his Spanish or rather trying to understand the local Catalan and we made our way to Barcelonnetta beach instead. The promenade reminded me none other aapli Mumbai, our Marine Drive.My colleagues do ask me about Mumbai or India and express their desire to visit it someday. “Oh, The Golden Triangle”, pat comes my answer. Kerala for people seeking quiet retreats. Andaman or Ladakh for the adventurous. But rarely do I suggest Mumbai. … if you are going to Goa that is. Yes, Goa doesn’t feature on my top list. (I am willing to have an argument over this.)“Perhaps, you could do 48 hours in Mumbai. Don’t forget to book the Taj though”, I add. I don’t think Mumbai would count on an average tourist map. One could really do the city in a day if they wanted. But at the same time, I do have a bond with my birth city. The global me thinks, what will I show my child at Mumbai when say they are 8 or 9? Say, in another decade’s time. You […]

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Once upon a time… at Malta

I woke up gently as a light sun ray touched my face. I kept gazing outside the glass windows watching the horizon change its colours from light grey to a mellow yellow. Eternal bliss for a morning person like me!I kept admiring as a small island passed and looked at my darling husband by my side. He was still deep in sleep. Ah! My Night Owl! How could he miss the first sun rays and gentle Mediterranean breeze? As an hour passed by of pure nothingness, I was struck with joy….An island with fortified walls and peculiar tall domes jotted throughout that region. I had never seen such a landscape before. “Yeh kaunsi nagari hai?” Did I just wake up to a dream or gone back in time? I looked back into the room. Aditya was still fast asleep. I pinched myself, rubbed my eyes. No, it wasn’t Jules in wonderland….this was for real.“Wake up Adi! Wake up Adi! We are here….this is MALTA”. I had never imagined to be like this. Infact, I had barely researched anything before this cruise holiday. The MS Splendida slowly approached the city port, dotted with colourful doors. “Lets go! Lets go!” We got ready in a jiffy and greeted Adi’s parents who participated equally in our enthusiasm.Malta, a small country of only 316 sq. km. and 5 lakh people, what treasures did it hold? It was our last stop on a week long cruise holiday. The place […]

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