My Love

  • Project Gyan Jyot

    Project Gyan Jyot Stories – 1

    There is a boy, about 14 years old. Shy lad with a soft voice and a little hunch, like he is trying to disappear between his shoulders lest someone spots him. He barely speaks but when he does, he speaks calmly with a sense of control on his carefully measured words. He once told he me his hobby was reading so I started getting him books to read. I love reading myself and I have hundreds of books that a young boy, his age, will enjoy. Each day, I used to check with him whether he liked the book from yesterday. He would shyly nod his head. I would nudge…

  • My Love

    Bees Saal Baad

    Pavan and I celebrated our twentieth wedding anniversary recently.  Like most loving couples out there, I wish I could write a sweet, rosy, gushy description of our wedded life and call him puppy names. Haaaah! But that’s not me and that’s not our story. The name of the horror thriller Indian movie, “Bees Saal Baad” suits more aptly to our journey together of twenty years. The thing about Indian Horror movies is that you tend to laugh more than you actually feel scared, so you get the idea why I chose this title. For those who don’t know, ours is an interstate or more appropriately cross country love marriage with…

  • My Love,  Yog

    Car Drive

    We are off to an impromptu drive in the glistening night Yog: Mama, sit with me in the car Pavan: No. Mummy will sit with me Yog: No, I asked Mama first Pavan: But I already booked Mummy even before you were born Yog (asking me sheepishly): You had Love Wedding Mama? Me: Yes, we did Yog. Considering his odds of winning, Yog strikes a deal with his Dad. While going I will sit with Papa. While returning, I will sit with Yog. I can only stand on the road letting these two cute boys fight over me. Such a priceless feeling this is. Who cares where I get to…

  • My Love

    Holding On, Moving On

    There are some things in life which are very dear to us. Like the first College T shirt or the first black boots or the broken vase in the corner of the living room. Even though these items have lost their materialistic purpose long ago, they still serve a very emotional purpose for us. We understand the thing and it understands us. Whenever we come face to face, we tend to give out an inward sigh and go back into those good old days where… … These small items are windows for us to go back to our happy past and live that moment yet again. One such item in…

  • My Love,  Thoughts and Quotes

    We love knowing we will leave

    Its been more than a month since we lost a loved one. They say time is the best healer. I think more than time itself, it was the family that came together to stand by us, who saved us from getting lost in this time. The last few of this family, closest of all, left a few days back to get back to their own lives, leaving us officially on our own. Few days back, I took the long airport ride to see them off on their journey to the other side of the planet. The fact that it would be months before we meet again, kept rubbing in, throughout the journey.…