I'm a mixture of a traditional and a modern Indian married woman. Love all the Indian cultures, festivities, cuisine and everything Indian....simultaneously love to hold a drink while gossiping,
to hit the dance floor, dressed comfortably most of the times.
Talk, Eat, Sleep, Travel, Friends,..you can place that in any order.
And yes...That's me !!
Water Water Everywhere
Surprisingly...water was a difficult thing to write about.
such a common commodity,found all around and, spoken so much about it.
Uff !! Gave my mind something to chew aabout for the whole day.
Generally I don't google for info, but today I did. And this is what I found....
Water molecules form hydrogen bonds with each other and are
strongly polar. ... Its hydrogen bonding causes its many unique properties,
such as having a solid form less dense than its liquid form, a relatively high
boiling point of 100 °C for its molar mass, and a high heat capacity.
Story making is an art, just like any other art form. To some
it’s an inbuilt mechanism whereas some others need a Vroom- a start-up kit. Mothers
are a natural pro at this, with the built-in app. To feed, bathe, soothe , or
put the infant to slumber… a new wave
of imagination weaves forth effortlessly. Children then carry the story-telling-
Here’s a bit of the imaginative weave from a Big Brother
to a Baby Sister….from Anirudh to Anandita.
Once upon a time, long-long ago, there was this planet
where no man had dared to go. On this unknown planet, the only occupants were Mr. GREENAPPLE PIE and Miss.CAVITY DRILLER. They
were surrounded by rotting mountains and slippery walls.
Inside, it was as
dark as it could possibly get an…
Three things that I will burn this weekend….. This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda. Whoa !! what a weekend it’s going to be. Just the thought is giving me so much of a calm and soothing effect. Let's see, what’s at the brim of my mind to be burnt, at the behest of this week’s WOW.(Write Over the Weekend) Hmmmmmm………………… Ok, so, here goes…… Burn the dance floor. Oh ! What a fantastic Friday Night it would be. To be held in the arms of a person you love. To groove away endlessly to the music which transfers you from the spectacled, straight-faced, duty bound, workaholic secretary to a happy, carefree girl deeply in love. Seems like the DJ knows you are here to rock n roll. Without caring two hoots to the week gone by or the one which is yet to come. Swaying to the slow beats and progressing to the high tempo-ed JHINGAA-LA-LA HO types. Leaves you panting and sweating, yet yearning for more and as if on cue, he spins another disc an…
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for India Bloggers by Blogadda 'I
have just 9 more months!’… she tells herself. Giving her an aura of being at peace. She will
complete 50 years of age. Thus starts her second innings. 50th Birthdays are made in heaven. To be
distributed to the priceless species on earth. But.. What the hell !! Why is this 50th event so special?
Is it because it occurs only once in a 100 years? When it arrives for the
second time, its called a centenary. J Whatever the reason… it is
a much awaited one for sure. 'I have just 9 more months.'... she reminds herself
Now, this woman is definitely not the coy teenager nor a first-time
inexperienced harassed mother of a toddler. No more a demure wife, often
treated like a doormat. Crossed every bridge, as it approached. Through the
course of this journey called life, has braved the ups and the downs of experiences.
She has borne the rubs and digs of the snooty-snobs of society. Has learn…