Stuck

I have hit the writer’s block Not that I was ever really a writer I tried writing meaningless prose and rhymeless poetry I looked for inspiration In the crawl of a snail In the shapes in clouds But nothing seemed to move beyond A few pointless lines A few more lines, I told myself And…

The Sea

This is an attempted writing exercise drawing inspiration from a subject. My inspiration has been a painting by Joseph Mallord William Turner: The fighting Temerarie (http://www.theartwolf.com/10_seascapes.htm)  There is something about the sea that has drawn me always. I have been a slave to the beck and call of the waves. Playful memories of jumping with the…

What’s in a name

The reason behind my prolific posts recently is that I am on maternity leave and we are expecting a baby this June. Maybe it’s time we shortlisted a few names but we have not made any headway on that yet. I have my own set of worries right now which is why despite the husband’s…

The joy of giving

Remember that bit in Moon Tiger when Tom wants to buy Claudia a present while strolling through the Cairo market? She seems dismissive but he begs her to indulge him saying, giving presents is one of the most possessive things we do, it’s the way we keep a hold on other people. Plant ourselves in…

Inertia

So I opened this blog after nearly 2 years and felt kind of sorry. We started it when we were going through the travails of a long distance marriage (we had a long distance relationship in the past which we tided over pretty well). This blog was the husband’s idea to do something collaborative. It…

The Shrinking Bucket List

The wife loves beaches, I’m more of a mountains guy. One good thing about being born in India is that there’s more of both than you can realistically cover in a lifetime. Despite no shortage of will, we can’t  call ourselves prolific travellers yet. That’s because of, well, real life considerations. You know, jobs, families,…

3 things that told me that he is a keeper

Whenever a guy caught my fancy and things seemed to start rolling I liked to wonder how it would work out. That agonising wait for a call, the reading between the lines in a message. And if you are old fashioned like me you’ll know that it almost kills you hoping to be asked on…

When Clancy met Camus

The first time I met wifey was at Coffee House, Kolkata. In hindsight, this seems very apt; as a shared love of books is, along with few other things, what made this rhino-gazelle pairing of ours seem remotely workable. This isn’t an original story, I know. I’ve read about common interest in all kinds of…

Best face forward

I am a very lazy person by nature. I’m especially lazy when it comes to dressing up. This has always been a bone of contention between me and my husband. I get his point. But my views on the matter is that I want people to know me as I am. I’ve seen that habitual…

But first, let me see a selfie..

Our first fight was over a selfie. I think I should rather say our first series of fighting days instead of first fight. You see, while it might not be true that every relationship is unique, you can take it to the bank that every couple has their own unique way of fighting. And that…

No reservations

The way to a man’s heart may not just be through his stomach any more. However it is always a bonus if you can cook well. Traditionally though it ranked high within the skill set in nubile girls. These days it is counted as much a virtue in a woman as it is in a…

Miles apart

Last night we fought. It was an ugly fight. Something that was hard for me to believe even when it was happening. Something I never imagined could happen to us. We misread each other’s words. And sometimes it was only to hurt the other. How could this be, I kept asking, when he is the…