Lunch at home: a Royal repast

This is a convenience store operated by a young lady who quit her job at an accounting firm.

Crowds, coolies, and many kinds of vehicles — My daughter and I hopped off with the lighter bits of luggage, leaving my husband inside the bogey to deal with the heavier suitcases.

Indian Railway Journey — The Delhi Train Trip My husband and I are visiting our elder daughter in New Delhi during the younger one’s summer vacations. Economy and baggage allowance on the railway After spending around $200 on her flight tickets on a visit home last month, we decided to book tickets by train, for two reasons. 1. Economy — the train cost us $200 for…

Perks of owning a dental drill, outside of dentistry — What’s the dentist upto? That’s me, at my workplace. Though I appear busy working, I’m not. I’m goofing off. How?

Prices and perception in India — I got my hair treated with some Keratin treatment which made it look straight and smooth. …

Post-COVID party philosophy. — Way too much detail about a birthday party I hosted yesterday for ten girls in my Jamshedpur, India home I’ve had these ten girls, friends of my younger daughter, over for a party after exactly three years. One busy year and two pandemic years, which is like ten in dog years? The dancer who could do a flying cartwheel has been through a rough time The girl who was a dancer has had an accident to her knee, involving a TMT bar through…

Getting very wet, and coming to my senses! — To the optician’s after work I started to drive a four-wheeler late, at age 44. I still love driving my lovely (still) new Honda Jazz automatic. So I was quite delighted when I realized I needed a new pair of spectacles. Yay! A six-kilometer drive on the way out from work, and ten on the way…

How super seeds supersede my internal monologue — I wish food factories, farming and finance hadn’t taken all the intuition out of eating. I wish I didn’t view some foods as good and others as bad. However, what is ruined is ruined and now I can never go back to the ’80s of oblivion when my mom was…