Coincidentally Amit and she reached the board room at the same time and were greeted by the excited and ever-fresh siblings. After regular pleasantries, she heard him speak politely with authority and clarity. “We need to rearrange our work place. I don’t want us to be placed in different corners of the office, especially when we have taken up a challenging project together”. ….”And I … Continue reading Breeze of love Part -4
Question paper quivers…Exam Chronicles.I am a severe Testophobic person whose mind gets disarrayed at the mention of the word called exam. During such days, my dysfunctional mind never failed to beget more anxiety. The college from which I got my bachelor's degree was a major contributor of my insomnia. I don’t remember going to college for fun. It had to be either a mid-sem, model, … Continue reading Q for Question paper quivers and exam shivers..
G for husband G of mine…I cannot bring myself to write some sappy, soul stirring and lovey dovey content about my husband. But this is for my man, with whom I wish to grow old. There had been an odd hint of indignation from my end about this snappish and a short tempered person, during initial years of togetherness. But all the baggage’s we carried … Continue reading G for…
F for Friends… Friends are people we meet outside the four walls of our comfort zone, our home. Friends can be crazy bunch of people who laugh with us for silliest things and become our partners in crime, matured set of people who teach us the sense of self respect and inspire us to advance forward, acquaintances who show us directions in life to reach … Continue reading F For Friends
C For Calcutta Chronicles… Scintillating memories of long distance train journeys, are the most integral part of 1990’s childhood tales. When the journey is with the most lovable and fun loving friends, the memories are etched forever. One such page from my travel diary is Calcutta. As kids, the geography of the vacation was the only required encouragement, to make us do travel packing, buy … Continue reading C for Calcutta Chronicles
B for Bangalore days. A decade back, being a young adult (girl), pursuing dreams by staying away from family was flagrant disregard to the societal norms and myth. Having lofty dreams, with little sagacity and patients talks, I was able to convince my parents to send me off to Bangalore. PG is a place where an introvert becomes an extrovert easily. Also that, there is an … Continue reading B for Bangalore days..