“The wifi is not connecting” I wail, “I wanted to ‘check-in’ on my facebook!!” Continue reading
I sneeze into my handkerchief for the hundredth time since morning. It’s flu season in Ireland and I too have caught the wretched bug. It’s Saturday and even though hubbyji is doing a fantastic job of taking care of me, being ill makes me downright nasty. Continue reading
“Jai ganesh …Jai ganesh…Jai ganesh devaaa……Maata jaaki parvatiii…..pitaa mahadevaa..!”
Hubbyji and I sing along with the song playing on the youtube video on my phone. It is the final day of Ganesha festival at home and we are performing the last pooja of the year before the little clay idol will be immersed in a bucket of water.
It’s Sunday afternoon and hubbyji and I are making our way to the neighborhood park, with a picnic basket dangling from my hand. Continue reading
As it happens with all the couples at some point, hubbyji and I get talking about what would happen in case one of us died. It is a rainy saturday afternoon, the kind which you love to spend buried deep inside a warm heavy duvet with bottom-less cups of hot tea.