Fifteen years ago, I won the first prize in a school singing contest. My reward was a gift voucher to the annual school Book Fair. And this book is what I brought home. Nearly two years ago, I shared the story of how Katy came into my life and everything…
I’m one of those women who loves big bags. I hated the style of tiny, itty-bitty handbags and clutches are my personal cross to bear. My favorite bags are all large, roomy creations. But sitting down at a restaurant or a cafe usually poses a problem. Such bags usually need…
This is a rather belated announcement but perhaps not so much considering my case. I have a new phone. Yes, I have finally joined the ranks of smartphone owners. Bypassing the Apple fad (yes, yes, I know their products are superior, I just don’t have the moolah, okay?), I’ve gone…
Remember when I pondered the question of ‘Are we ready to Facebook this’? The social network continues to twist itself around our lives (or is it the other way round?). This month, I look at ten of the most annoying things that couples do on Facebook. Admittedly, I’ve been guilty…
Raw chopped and salted mango is the special promise of summer.
Marketers have noticed the financially independent urban woman as a consumer demographic. It used to be about my body; now everyone wants to get into my wallet.
I first started wearing sarees in my early teens. My mother would host a haldi-kumkum function for the ladies of the colony during Navratri. I was deputed to assist her in shopping for, packaging the giveaways, receiving guests and serving them. Over the years, I graduated from pavadai (Southern lehenga)…
My father does it. I remember my cousin doing it from the summer he stayed with us. And now, to my horror and disgust, I find the boy does it too!
A quick post to showcase what I did at the fabric-painting stall I set up recently. Jai was my guardian angel who got there before I did, kept up my morale and let me paint his jeans, his pockets AND his shoes. 🙂 Here’s what we ended up with: And…
There must have been as many women as men in the audience. The television was switched on an hour early, by my mother, not father. On Saturday night, the entire country, gender irrespective, celebrated India’s win of the World Cup 2011. Everyone on my Facebook and Twitter feeds was talking…