At 44, I am a mother of two kids, and married to my college crush for 21 years. I browse dating articles with the attitude of the broke guy in the marketplace. I can never buy anything, but I do like to see what is available, and what other people complain about when they buy things.
On Medium, I’ve read arguments between parents about how soon their teenage daughter can date.
In India, a girl would never date, teen or older! At least not with her parents’ knowledge or consent. Parents of teenage girls argue, about if she should be…
First, guys look for the perfect girl. The good looker, the energetic one, the one you can take home to momma, and the one who can explain why booking losses is as important as booking profits at the end of the financial year.
Then they start to try and diminish her at the very wedding by smearing cake on her face.
Well, we don’t have cake at Indian weddings, and…
I’m 1976 born. I’ve lived in a bunch of Indian railway towns. I’ve shuttled between the North and the South, of India.
I’ve enjoyed pineapple straight from the hillside, in the Karbi-Anglong North Cachar Hills. I’ve seen wispy cane crafted in front of my eyes into a sturdy chair, in Badarpur. I’ve tasted the Chole Bhature of Nand Di Hatti in the Paranthe wali gali in Delhi, I’ve purchased Kantha Kadhai, a kind of embroidery stitch for salwar-kameezes, in Calcutta. I’ve ridden in a diesel locomotive in Chittaranjan, West Bengal, and enjoyed the delights of the white sand in Mangalore…
Oh. There’s no way I could talk about anything as beautiful as that. This is India, there aren’t any such lighted restaurants here.
Then my mind turned to darker thoughts still. Nights in Chittaranjan, West Bengal, spent without electricity. The saying was that the first English word children in Chittaranjan learned was “load-shedding”.
In Fisher-Price Has Turned Our Remote Work Hell Into A Toy, Rob Walker had me laugh out loud with his satirical and on-point article. The story discusses a toy digital workstation aimed at pre-schoolers.
Working from home hasn’t been easy for a lot of us. I’m used to reading about America, on Medium.
Then, I looked around me.
I mean, I’m in India — I just handed over last year’s textbooks to parents of a child a year younger than mine, now in the eighth grade. They can’t afford a new set of books, or they don’t want to waste…
In Five Things I Miss About The South, Joshua Darien talks about his South, the American South. His story is relatable. I had never heard of Zaxby’s, a restaurant Joshua drives 9 hours to visit, but I’ve heard of the sweet tea, because a Texas girl on Medium, Robin du Plessis, who’s now in South Africa, mentioned it in her very funny article on onion tea.
I miss the South, too. My Indian south. I love living in North India, where I’m respected and revered, for simple things like doing a root canal. …
Yes, The little boy and
his sister were with their mom,
A burkha lady.
Small, light family.
Mom handed him a bottle
gourd, it was heavy!
The boy sat down in
the dust, unbalanced by the
load. Mom and sis helped
Together, they got
Their vegetables home and
Heaved after hefting.
Today, in the vegetable market, a lady in a niqab, with two children — a boy, no higher than her hip, and a younger girl — was carrying a big bag of vegetables. She handed the boy a 2-kilo bottle gourd. He was unbalanced by the heavy vegetable just…
Jamshedpur, India. Dentist, mom of 2 girls, lives in a joint family, in love with the written word.