No, I Am Not A Good Girl #AmWriting

Puja was busy pottering around the kitchen, with so many guests coming in and going out. Her father-in-law had received an award and the celebration was just going on and on. Since it was her daughter Diya’s vacations, she didn’t mind this. In fact, the festivities felt like Diwali had come early. Her eight-year-old was a people’s person. She loved interacting with them and Puja too felt that it was a good experience for her to meet different kind of people. As she smilingly came out with yet another round of tea and snacks, she heard her mother-in-law (MIL), Usha,…

I had never thought I’d be using my hospital mask at home…

When the little son of a close friend landed into status asthmaticus (a severe condition in which asthma attacks follow one another without pause) and the mother of another friend developed pneumonia, their hospital admission and the grief that followed was something that brought me face to face with the pollution scare and the havoc it could cause on us. It filled me with despair as to what sort of a place are we leaving for our kids. Surely not the one we inherited. The two people I mentioned above were the more vulnerable ones who came down heavily than…

15 Life Lessons That Cooking Taught Me

I am not ashamed to admit that I didn’t know how to cook. I picked up the skills on the way and can now proudly claim, I can cook to survive or may be a little better than that. I think everyone, and that means both genders, should learn to cook. You may not do it every day but it does give you the confidence that you can. And you never have to give in to the cook’s threats. But this isn’t just about my expertise or cooking, it’s more to do with what lessons in life cooking taught me….

Sugar and Spice-Just the right mix

For half of my life now, I have worked in government hospitals and those who have worked in similar set ups would agree that they are the most paradoxical of work spaces that could be. There’s grief and joy and life and death going hand in hand. But that’s for another day. Today let me tell you the story of a lady, let’s call her Mrs. D, someone I came to admire over the years that I worked with her. It was a very long time ago, in the hospital that I used to work for, she was the head…