The Beige Coat

Death is a pain in the ass. It’s just a lot of work. Rituals, food, family, people, people and more people. Documents. Paperwork. And then there’s the emptying. So many things to dispose of. An entire lifetime of things, for someone who lived in the same town for their entire life. In the same houseContinue reading “The Beige Coat”

Mercedes Magic

Ma : Listen beta, there is that wedding of Mrs. Bhatt’s daughter next… Arjun : Nope. Ma, taken aback. Ma : Atleast hear me out… Arjun : Nope. Ma : But all the kittie…. Arjun : Nope. Ma, pauses. Her brain on overdrive, rejecting words, creating and dismantling strings of words that might invoke anyContinue reading “Mercedes Magic”

No More Goodbyes

I am never again doing a goodbye. I am tired of goodbyes. I think I have had my very unfair share of goodbyes for someone only hitting their late thirties … I think I am numb now. You know… like how your leg feels, or doesn’t feel when you get up after sitting cross leggedContinue reading “No More Goodbyes”

Grumpy’s Mornings

“I don’t do mornings” – that’s a tshirt I am going to be asked to get cremated in. I DON’T DO MORNINGS -I want to shout it out from the top of my terrace and let the whole town know. I don’t do mornings – I want to put that up as the work IMContinue reading “Grumpy’s Mornings”

Tryst with a Toddler

Jenny: Will you watch Diya today in the afternoon please? I need to finish some shopping. Me: Sure, why not? That would be fun. Some fai-bhanej time. Be there by 2? I’ll bring my laptop. Can wrap up some work while there. Jenny: Umm…..didi…. are you sure? If you have work, I can ask someoneContinue reading “Tryst with a Toddler”