Surrogacy on weekend.

Its Sunday morning.  Cherry is  busy in a colouring marathon in her new colour me book. I am sitting in the sofa breaking my head over  crosswords. The husband is having his morning tea and reading the paper too. ‘Hey’, he suddenly says. ‘Ya?’ I ask biting the rubber end of the pencil. It tastes gross. I dont know where…

Some ‘Domestic’ Affairs with Monochrome.

We are dog people. We have been dog people for nearly a decade now, ever since I saw 2 little brown eyes and a drooling tongue look at me through an iron mesh and had impulsively bought ‘Mr.Dundu’ from a kennel nearby. Dundu is a Pomeranian, a very serious, broody guy  with short legs and a wholfy tail. He was…

The Big Fat Indian Comic Confinement!

Have you ever sat on your bed in your parents house in your old pink painted bedroom and stared endlessly onto nothing on a weekday night and screwed up your nose and felt blank and emotionless? Probably not! But I have, like I do now. I have been sitting like this for sometime now, precisely after I had an elaborate …

And I stayed at the haunted cliff cottage!

I am pacing in my room as I write this. Yes, that’s right, pacing – like walking up and down and again walking up and down! I stop at the window and look out through the netted frame and see the winding stone steps that are lit by lantern lamps on either side. It leads to the little lawn with…

Read this only if you are in a relation with a married man.

Today morning I came across an article in the newspaper regarding the pros and cons of having an affair with a married man. I wondered since when did it started getting so much importance as to be published in national dailies. Well I live in a prejudiced and critical world where once you are married you are like a fruit…

White tiger and dark ponds!

Deeply disturbed by the front page news in TOI today of a man who accidently fell into the moat of a tiger in a Delhi zoo and getting killed by a majestic white tiger. The caption of the picture was ‘shadow of death’!. The paper says the man has been warned by the guards not to lean against the stand…

The smell of innocence!

The day she was born, I finally understood how it was like having a Kohinoor diamond that radiated like the sun in the room. The people who dotted on me and waited on me hand and foot just an hour back had turned all their attention to the pint size baby in the cradle. All of a sudden I saw only…