A special roasty spot in hell. Nobody is going to take a second look around where I have lunch, if you mention you just killed a whole bunch of orphans this morning. The ability to fail gracefully.

Life, the universe, and everything. Wednesday, February 28, 2018. Recently, a day spent at the Kolkata Rainbow Carnival 2018, brought home to me a fact I have been noticing for some time, a discomfort I have negotiated again and again in all kinds of spaces, online and off. At the carnival, I was the central target of one, while another was working around the event.

Friday, November 11, 2016. Bas ik jhijhak - to Papa on his birthday. I think now how lucky I was that I grew up with this playfulness and pleasure and.

A tongue-in-cheek commentary on the things that make us Indian. Posted by The Quirky Indian under Uncategorized. Sharell has already done a post on the Indian proclivity for spitting in public. And I quite like the numbering convention. That got me thinking about other strange Indian spitting rituals. Have any of the male readers he.

A random post about reading. One was a board book of nursery rhymes, and the other a set of Jan Pienkowski books. Post While my pile of bo.

A medley of fiction and life! Books are for smelling! May 29, 2015. Have you ever opened a book, just to smell the newness of the paper? Oh yes, several times. It is quite uncommon these days, to find someone whose nose is buried in a real book, while traveling on the train.

Dad and his Bachda trying to figure the world and themselves out! August 9, 2010. Posted by deewane in Uncategorized.

September 28, 2009 by sleepynita. I have received many emails about why I am not writing anymore. Having a second child has rocked my world. I keep meaning to write, keep mentally filing away snippets of my day to write about yet I struggle with finding the time to do it. I am busier then I have ever been in my life running after these two children. So thats all for n.