I was watching a Netflix Show set in rural courts in India. It is based on true events, well, loosely. Like in one of the episodes, a robber masquerades as a judge for months before he is caught. In one episode, there is a conversation between two characters in which one asks the...
'Can you tell us how I get to the PATH?', I asked the nice lady with lovely curls at the travel aid assistance in Union Station in Toronto. We have been to Toronto a gazillion times and never visited the PATH, so this time I was determined, be it Sunday when the shops are closed,...
'Anu, I am bringing my son to Bring Your Kids To Work. Can I swing by to say Hi?'
'I told them that you were an author.'
'Do you see all these people in the room - they all report to her (Me).'
'I am bringing my daughter and son to work - and would love for them to meet you...
It is so heavy - how am I supposed to hold it with both hands, turn pages and snack on the side? Just holding it, my hand is aching. And the worst thing is that I have to turn the pages physically, and to add to the injury, I cannot just tap a word to figure out what the nuanced ...
It's been two weeks since my last blog - one weekend I was not in the mood, and the other I was fighting a cold. One of those colds that make you wish you were home - haven't had one of these in ages. Congested head, no appetite or energy to do anything, body aching - you get it....
I had dinner with fifteen other Indian women last week. It was a women's day dinner organised by a work group, and I was invited. Now, it was a novel experience for me in more ways than one. First, I cannot remember the last time I went out for dinner with people other than my fa...