How I aced the Iced tea

Since I was little, my older sister would parrot the same refrains about my ineptitude around the kitchen. She implored my mother - her sole audience at the time - to never let me hold a knife lest I chop my fingers instead of the carrots. Admittedly this did happen once, but I had no idea the warnings would follow me through boyhood, into adolescence, and finally as a grown adult. Read more...

One Summer Afternoon…

‘What happened to the Bellinis and the Mimosas?’ ‘Have they stopped selling Champagne in your part of the world?’ ‘Or ice?’ These were the reactions of my friends when I suggested a tea party on a hot summer afternoon. But thanks to who I am (a stubborn git), I stuck to my plan and bulldozed my friends to come to it. Hoping that it wouldn’t be the last time they did. Read more...

Tea and Spice and All Things Nice

Summer, for me, brings back memories of a string of happy days dotted with sweltering afternoons. All things winter are packed away, the ceiling fans work overtime, the gulmohar trees (delonix regia) burst in a bloom of bright red colours, the mosquitoes are abuzz, and the sweet smell of mangoes seduce the market place. Read more...

Like my mother does

But, amidst all this, somewhere, she has no time for herself. A mother is always busy- if she's not cooking, she's taking getting the kids to do their homework, if not that, she's busy in her office, otherwise, she's making sure that we are leaving the house with an umbrella on a rainy day, and the list goes on... Read more...

La Vie en Rose

I finally found a gift that I was searching for. It’s perfect. I don’t know why I hadn’t thought of it before and why it isn’t lined up on the shelves because it’s personal, useful, romantic and healthy (yes, it even has the “it” adjective of our times). Read more...
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