To My Sister, With Love.

I wouldn’t call my sister my best friend. Nope. We’ve constantly fought all through our teens. We’d be at each other’s throats over the silliest of things and stay mad at each other for days. I’ve seen my parents fret and despair, wondering if we’d ever bond as siblings. Surprisingly, all those silly wars did … Continue reading To My Sister, With Love.

The musings of an Ex-NRI’s bride.

    The stereotypical perception of a just returned NRI is that of someone who complains volubly of just about everything in India - the heat, pollution, noise and filth, the sorry state of its roads and infrastructure, criticises  the Government, its policies and roams about with a sanitizer in one hand and a bisleri … Continue reading The musings of an Ex-NRI’s bride.