I am an emotional reader. When a book or a character appeals to me, it takes me a while to say goodbye to them. Sometimes never. But no book has ever done what B Jeyamohan’s Neelam did to me. Read the rest of this entry
Category Archives: Indian Culture
Remember When?
Back in the days
The first leaves of our notebooks
Were free of writing,
Save for our names and grades. Read the rest of this entry
The Yogic Way
I do have my moments. Moments when the health bug bites me and I am off on a bout of healthy lifestyles, long walks and slimming diets. The one who suffers the most for the latter is of course my long-suffering husband who has by now been forced through every diet fad, from the Atkins to the Flexitarian. The logic behind it is simple, based upon a promise he made to me at some weak moment about eighteen twenty one years ago – that he would stick with me through thick and thin. Here I am trying to get thin. And I firmly believe that he needs to be with me. I am just trying to save him from breaking his word. Plus, the unwritten law that holds marriages together decrees that if I suffer, he does too. Read the rest of this entry