Servings from my life
I missed your smile and loving touch. I missed your enthusiasm on seeing me everyday. Whether at work or outside, you made me feel like I was the only one. Yours smiles were so contagious. I loved to cook your favourite dish and smiled quite often, at the appreciation that lit up on your...
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What’s with us a woman? Why do we constantly need morale boosting, I wonder? Whether its a little girl of 7 years, a confident career woman at 30, or a mature woman at 50, we can never hear enough “I am proud of you” “You look beautiful in that” “Thank you for supporting me”...
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Call me absent minded but, I can’t find my way around no matter how many times I pass through the same way. It has always been that way ever since I could remember. The GPS in my head has some wiring issues. It can’t be programmed to save my life. Kindergarten: Dad was late...
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47 While he was still speaking, Judas, one of the Twelve, arrived. With him was a large crowd armed with swords and clubs, sent from the chief priests and the elders of the people. 48 Now the betrayer had arranged a signal with them: “The one I kiss is the man; arrest him.” 49...
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A vacation is something one plans all year. We pack our bags to the extent of bursting. Every year one packs thinking, enough is enough. This year we are going to enjoy ourselves, we are entitled to it. We decided on the following things. No handout to the coolie at the airport who decides...
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I read Flavours of Team GingerChai by Mani Padma and felt quite silly about my starting off with a bang as an author at GingerChai. Well – I immediately resolved to be a regular er…gingiblogger. Hence this Gingipost. Back in 1982, (when most of you were perhaps not even born), I used to have...
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“Dhapp” “Bel gira hai shayad”, on hearing the sound and to my prediction, my mother ran out shouting followed by me. As I struggled to catch with her (you see post-delivery this is what happens!), the damage was done and we saw a fat lady in red suit running away with two ‘Bel Phal”...
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Two brothers (boisterous) + One sister (sweet) + One elder sister (held responsible for all 3) = Disaster As children, my brothers (both are younger than me) were a pain in the rear. The elder one was always wandering off alone and the younger one refused to be forced into any kind of action...
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It was a practice, and still is, to have a siesta in the afternoon. Children were usually put to bed with a stern warning that any interruption to sleep time would be hazardous to one’s backside. Such a warning would generally pass through unheard, unheeded and unthought of. One afternoon, after a really...
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