I met Kusumsiri outside Bandaranaike International Airport, Colombo on a humid night. He had offered a free ride to our hotel since he was going to drive us around Sri Lanka for the next 3 days. We didn’t talk much and when we reached the hotel, he asked for our itinerary. He listened patiently and nodded.… Continue reading Kusumsiri

Two Things

It’s not even half of the year and I already have two of my grown-up life learnings to share. It is about the goals in my life. I thought it was to travel and cook great food. But whatever I do, there are two things I always want to achieve or hold on to –… Continue reading Two Things

Ten days at Home

I have stayed with my parents until the age of 21 and I moved out when I got my first job, that too only because it was in a different city. We have shifted numerous times in those 21 years but home has always been where my parents are and not a particular town or… Continue reading Ten days at Home

The Kind of Woman

It has been a while since I wrote here. When I went to Sri Lanka last October, I was itching to write about my experiences of each day spent there. I missed all of that once I was back though. I missed the customary anniversary post and the new year post. A lot has happened,… Continue reading The Kind of Woman

Why so serious?

I am going to turn 27 in a few months and it looks more than just plus one from 26. You can say it is almost 30. As I inch towards finishing the third decade of life, I can feel….ok my last post was already about growing up. I am writing about it again as… Continue reading Why so serious?

Being grown-up

Though this year end is 3 good months away, it somehow feels like a year end now. What can happen in 3 months anyway? Actually a lot or nothing. If the last couple of years were all about growing up, being responsible for your words and action, falling and getting up and learning, this year… Continue reading Being grown-up


If you ask me is Onam one of the things you remember from your childhood, my answer would be a straight No. Though from Kerala, I have never really stayed there as a resident until recently and in the parts of the country that I stayed in Onam was unheard of. However, mom used to… Continue reading Onam

(not) a LOT of things

As I sit here on my dining table, recovering from a second bout of fever this monsoon, I remember to blog. :) I got a job at a place I liked and have come to love now, a place so far, but worth it. I have been busy like hell, hardly writing, hardly reading, hardly… Continue reading (not) a LOT of things

Being without a Job

When I left my job in Feb, I was stressed and tired. And most importantly, unhappy with my job. I was sure I made the right decision, because I knew I was sailing in a sinking ship. I thought I’ll take a month’s break (I had to, with all the interior work going on in… Continue reading Being without a Job

Whether to walk or not

Sunday was my rest day. But I got up anyway and walked for 5-6 km around a lake early morning. I had two tender coconuts thereafter, merrily chatting away with the vendor, who politely invited me to visit him again the next time. I was back home all pumped up and had a wonderful day, which… Continue reading Whether to walk or not

Bangalore – my new home

I visited Bangalore for the first time when I was in primary school. My mother had some training there and we all decided to join her. I have no idea which area of Bangalore we stayed in and which all places we visited. I remember I used an elevator for the first time in my… Continue reading Bangalore – my new home

Mango tales

When I was a little girl I stayed very far from my grandma. She is a short and plump woman wearing just a blouse and a mundu. If she has to step out, she would wrap a towel around and she is dressed. She is very huggable and cute, so motherly that I smothered her… Continue reading Mango tales

Emotional Turbulence

Sometimes I feel, instead of blood, my body is filled with a sea of emotions. They flow through my body around my organs and into my brain. Sometimes happy, sometimes sad and sometimes a million other things that we feel. Sometimes there is storm of emotions. I try hard to not succumb to it and… Continue reading Emotional Turbulence

Of finding Great things

I have been reading markmanson.net ever since I came across the first article there that my cousin shared with me. It’s like a self help blog but then not at all like one. You feel like a friend giving you dating tips or advice on finance while reading it. That is the one thing that… Continue reading Of finding Great things


Salboni was my second home in my whole lifetime and since this involved more of my little sister, less of my father, more travelling, more of school and friends, more years and less complications in life, this holds a very important place in my heart, just like all other places I have lived in. Coming… Continue reading Salboni

Reminiscing about UK past

Yet again, I find myself torn and terribly missing the winter I spent in UK two years back. I am reading this book – Go Set a Watchman by Harper Lee and in a chapter Scout Finch (as she is famously known in To Kill a Mockingbird) is reminiscing about her summers during childhood. I… Continue reading Reminiscing about UK past

Of having friends

When you grow older, you meet more people and you are supposed to have more friends, more people you know and those who know you. But hardly that happens. It is so much more easier to make friends when you are younger. You are uninhibited, you have lesser things to hide and you know less… Continue reading Of having friends


What a simple short detour from your daily routine can do is so tremendous, you have to just do it to know it. When I went to Goa for the second time in May 2014 (first time was seven years before that), I was there only for a day. I remember only Baga and Calangute… Continue reading GOA

A thing of past

It’s good when you can finally let go of things you have been holding on to and let it be a thing of past. Some things are meant to be left, only then you can move on and find your new happy. Sometimes you hold on to things so tight for so long that you… Continue reading A thing of past