Remembrance

When you are single , living alone can be challenging. As you move out of your house, and once your friends have gone to their houses and you finally settle down in your lonely abode, the first thing you notice is silence – of course, discounting the annoying buzzing of the fan or the blaring horns of the passing vehicles. Suddenly, your brain is greeted with no voices to process, and your heart starts beating in anticipation of what would happen next, because you literary need to create that next step. The drama is thrown out of the window and in your solitude you find yourself thinking and questioning. As you are deep in thought, all of a sudden you are tickled by two large antennae. You look down and see a huge flying cockroach. As you are about to shout, your brain processes your reaction and tells you, “Maam, there is no point shouting about it, no one is coming to rescue you. So, stop being a damsel in distress and do something about it.” After that rude shock, you col...

Bread is life. Without bread, I, for sure would have starved to death. I am not sure if I can ever manage without bread. Interestingly, my love for bread is not because I am overtly fond of this baked lump of dough. Instead, it has everything to do with me being lazy and not someone who likes to cook. So, when hungry, the perfect wholesome food is bread. The base is perfect for a sandwich, bread omelette, bread jam et al. And, if I feel a bit adventurous, then maybe bread pakora  (deep fried bread dipped in gram flour mix) or french toast. Beyond the basics, I prefer not to experiment. After all, why bother when you have food ordering apps such as Food Panda and Swiggy spoiling you for choices. Open, tap, tap, tap and tap, and you are done. Name any cuisine and it's delivered at your doorstep. Yes, it's not too healthy to order in every day, and that's why for people like us bread is a saviour. Plus, there are too many variants these days as well - multigrain, milk...

"April is the cruellest month." That's what T.S. Eliot had once said famously, and I often wondered why? How could April, the month that ushers the beautiful season of spring could be a cruel month? Frankly, I still don't know the answer, but there is something about April that makes it a melancholic playmate you don't want to mess with. It is the month that lets you tear through your layers of clothing to bare your body to the onslaught of summer sun (i.e. if you are living in the northern hemisphere). In the south, it's the beginning of  harsh winters. It seems as if April is that 'impasse' from where things just go to an extreme. In the north, you get to enjoy nature at its full bloom, with cheery blossoms, amaltas, pansies, lilies,  tulips and many more love bombing Mother Earth, sometimes just for a few weeks. It's like the illusion of romantic love, that starts with the quickening of hearts, blinding your souls and then rapidly d...