She’s got OCD – it keeps her safe. The world will end if the tendli is cut round, not straight. OCD – it gives her control, There’s so many rules – no one could take over her role. She’s struggling these days because there’s no maid, It’s hard for her to find comfort on thisContinue reading “OCD Or Covid Safe?”
Category Archives: Life in India
If I was God – a ‘Found’ essay
If I was God, I would want to make sure women outlived the men in their family. Not all, but some at least. Genetics, and hormones do this for us, most of the time. But I would want this because I have seen the Indian man. You know, the Indian man who can’t find hisContinue reading “If I was God – a ‘Found’ essay”
The Maid
She goes on leave for just 15 days, From the 15th of Feb, till the 15th of May. 15 and 15 and add some more, Accept that she’s gone and she’ll knock at your door. 15 times “x” – ‘cos she has a long way to go, And you’d rather wait than employ someone youContinue reading “The Maid”
Do you want children so quick?
Do you want children so quick, or is it the pressure? From family and friends who really should know better. Who should let you do things at your own pace, Take a little time so you have more savings and space. Space in your schedule to spend time with your child, And savings, so oneContinue reading “Do you want children so quick?”
The stages of my life
It used to be Baby, ‘cos they saw I was young, The one they looked after when her parents weren’t around. Then, it was Didi – the elder sister, A young adult woman without a ‘Mister’. But 2 years of marriage and that was all gone, Then I became Bhabhi, their sister-in-law! Now things have changedContinue reading “The stages of my life”
Will I vote?
Should I vote for you or should I vote for your brother, The one who will guide you when darkness takes over. Or, should I vote for the winner, support the fair weather friend, Who will swing different ways, depending upon who wins. Will I examine my values when I press that button, Think ofContinue reading “Will I vote?”
The local bus
Fifty percent still working, Running on hope and on faith. Parts falling off but still running. The support system that takes us from place to place. There’s nothing like a bus ride in the bright morning sun. The wind on my face, and the noise – so relaxing! This is my idea of fun.
Kharghar is burning
Kharghar is burning and nobody cares. There’s often a strong smell of smoke in the air. Garbage collection is not a routine, And waste segregation still is a pipe dream. Kharghar stinks and nobody cares, The stench of chemicals sometimes fills the night air. The cool of the season brings a mist early morning, ThatContinue reading “Kharghar is burning”
Start to explode?
The roads there for walking, the streets are for parking, The footpaths where we sell our wares. The junction is where we stop to chat, Though the signal is green and we’re causing a jam. We’re desperately eager to eat at the cart, On the road mid the smoke from the bikes and cars, WeContinue reading “Start to explode?”
The Newspaper.. an ode to a lost friend
She was the one you could go to… When you wanted to pick a fight with your neighbour without actually starting it yourself. A few well aimed barbs whispered in her ear, and then you just had to wait ten minutes. That’s the time it took for your message to be delivered. She always knewContinue reading “The Newspaper.. an ode to a lost friend”
