A week of flying colours! :)

I’ve had a strange month. Mid-way there’s been stress, the fear of becoming fat like a pig again, weird communication from others, immaturity and not knowing how to deal with it. Also, strong panic attacks. However, I am convinced to call it the week of flying colours, lest I lose the feeling again. ~The MBA…

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Drawing boundaries: Between work and life

I’m glad to post today that my work obsession is over. I mean I love working. I feel I’m ambitious and excited to get working every day. However, I have stopped carrying work over to evenings, weekends and holidays. I feel no real urge to do so (unless there is a rare catastrophe). The reason…

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The smell of desi ghee

It’s only been six months since I were home (less in fact, but it will be over six when I go next) and it’s really been only a few days since I had a my dose of desi ghee parathas. GRANDMOTHER’S DESI GHEE Every time she is home Grandmother spends a couple of days cleaning…

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Did you try sitting by the open door of a train?

My heart’s sold to trains. As I oft described before. U-Bahns that I now take make me feel like I own my urban world. U-Bahns that incidentally inspire Favicons of this blog. Metro train lists that I compare to see how many cities I’ve travelled to, smug-ly. Trains in bustling Delhi like metros, with closed doors. Doors that…

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Cleaning closets…

…Has led to interesting letter and card discoveries. Of late. Wasn’t disappearing from the blog, just getting new closets and discarding nonsense. Till I found the most uniquely written letters and cards. There’s little documentation (and fading memories) I have to show for people I love. Finding these cards- written to me in college- when…

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One part yellow; one part blue…

Friday morning was adventurous (rare that). I came out of my room at 6:40 am, late, and in a hurry to pick up my glass of milk from the table (to be gulped down in the car to the train station, hoping today papa is less sleepy and I don’t spill it on my clothes)….

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