Where do I look back?

I've got blogs scattered over the ether and when it came down to looking back at the year that passed, no where to go! It's the first day of 2018 and I'm in a train, hurtling home. It's dreadfully late, I'm feeling quite poorly and the firstborn is in agony in another city. Not quite … Continue reading Where do I look back?


Six yards of memories

My mother wore sarees for the most part. In the last couple of decades, the salwar kameez wriggled into her closet, becoming the preferred garb. In the last decade or so, she added trousers to her wardrobe and sarees became occasional wear. She finds them inconvenient now. The irony is she did a lot more … Continue reading Six yards of memories