'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...
Like peeling layers of an onion, some lessons also reveal their depths when you are ready. One such lesson for me, which I am unravelling now, is the dismissiveness. I cannot tell you when I started this; probably at a young age. If I am not interested in what the other party is ...