When i first came to Mumbai an ex-colleague told me that in Mumbia people count their year by the number of monsoons they have seen here. So going by that count I am 3 monsoons old now. My first monsoon was quite an interesting experience. I was just getting the hang of travelling on the … More I am 3 monsoons old
Goodbye my sweet ol’ Indica I’ll miss u, u were my dear car We traversed many landscapes together Made memories that I loved to gather You took me, my mate To my first office gate S’mtimes you broke down Under the pressure of a big town But never once did you wail When your feet … More Farewell…my dear friend!
Aaoge jab tum saajna…bagiya phool khilenge! This is my song for my new car…my Ritz, one that my husband and I booked more than 20 days back, and haven’t got it yet. I don’t know if i can call it ‘My Ritz’ or not…I mean what if they just turn around and say,”sorry ma’am, we … More Aaoge Jab tum…
A single rose can be my garden… a single friend, my world -Loe Buscaglia
I had heard the phrase long time back, when I was in school . It was a song by the group New Kids on the Block. I wasn’t sure what it meant and for a long time never really paid any attention to it. As I grew up, I went to college, graduated and … More When the going gets tough…the tough gets going!