It’s not every day that you get a call from a reputed TV channel to participate in a cooking show hosted by them. Well, this was all the doing of a dear friend who thought I should be on this program and recommended me. She sent a message suggesting I
At an age when we mostly worry about our parent’s physical health and well-being, we might be overlooking the crucial emotional health aspect… I got a call from my dad today, and after the usual pleasantries he started recounting his joyous time in the terrace garden that he had started
And believe me I am a feminist; not a bra burning or pink chaddi campaigning type, but a feminist nonetheless. What does being a feminist mean? There is so much confusion regarding what is feminism that it almost always automatically translates to man-hating. I am all for equal rights for
Growing up as an Army kid, is an experience in itself. You experience so many things from culture to food, unity in diversity and an air of being different from the rest, referred as ‘civilians’. Oh…those were the days. I am pretty sure no one other than a fauji kid
Today while going through my Facebook posts I came across a query from a member in one of the environmentally conscious groups regarding milk. She was happily narrating about how she had switched from buying packaged milk to buying milk from a local vendor, with the intent to reduce her
DIY Rock Garden – Farm Project Series I think I didn’t tell you about the DIY Rock Garden I attempted to create, have I? I wrote an elaborate post on this and forgot to post it. Silly me…Well, this happened a few months back. We were spending our weekend at
Today I have a 15 year old. Wow! Feels crazy to be typing this. It does not feel like 15 years since we were first “sleep deprived, confused, terrified, ecstatic, desperately wondering how in the world did God trust us to do this” new parents. She’s my eldest child. And you know
Let me start by saying that I am guilty of being the exact opposite of what I am writing about, (at least for the first few years) and that’s what makes me the best person to talk about this. First and foremost, I want to confess that I was a
No one, can honestly say that every single one of our parenting days were amazing, beautiful and just perfect; that you felt at the top of your game, always. I mean ALWAYS. No. I bet not. That’s just how it is. There are no such parenting stories. It’s a myth…it’s
