It’s so lovely downstairs with no one there, The blissful silence and the hot summer air. A once a week visit to the grocery shop, It’s going to feel real strange when all of this stops.
To be a better wife, I need a husband who’s here. Here, helping at home with the chores, Sharing the work so that I can have more, Giving me time to relax just by being there.
When you’re stuck in the home, and it’s not your turf, And all you need is a quiet place so you can log on to work. When things are done someone else’s way, And you feel that you don’t have any say.
Staying at home during the lockdown is a struggle for many. I work from home and have had a few years packed with many activities at home – work, hobbies as well as running my home. Often these past years, just getting out of the house has been an effort for me. So, while thisContinue reading “5 Tips To Help You Enjoy The Stay-At-Home Blues”
My husband and I have lived without a maid often, mostly because I would rather that, than have a maid who works badly. And because when I have a good maid, I happily give her long leave whenever she needs it. I’d rather have one person work for me permanently, than keep switching maids each year.Continue reading “8 Tips To Help You Live Comfortably Without A Maid”
A guide for my piano students who are moving to online lessons on a temporary basis. I hope this post helps other students who are moving to online learning. The set-up in this post is basic and at no extra cost, for students who don’t want to spend on setting up for online lessons. It isContinue reading “A Students Guide To Online Piano Lessons”
For those of you who don’t live here, a ‘COPY’ is a notebook, usually an exercise book used for school homework. Now coffee, is just coffee, but is also pronounced ‘COPHEE’ like copy, but with an ‘h’ sound added to it, because in many Indian languages an f vowel is pronounced ph. This can causeContinue reading “A Guide To Help You Shop”
A ‘Found’ Essay I decided to use ‘found’ lines from my own poems, using techniques for writing found poetry. More on this in my post Learning to write ‘Found’ Poetry Reading a little bit of ‘Why Mummy Drinks’ by Gill Sims made me want to try my hand at a different style of writing. Light hearted,Continue reading “If I was God – a ‘Found’ essay”
The sins of the mother, come down to her son, But how long should we blame her for what he’s become? One year of marriage – a journey together, That year during which we learn more about each other. Two years to bend, and to meet in the middle, Three to feel the need toContinue reading “5 Years A Victim”
Lets light a fire that burns up hate Let it burn strong before it’s too late. Hold onto change even if it’s small, Keep the flame burning high – it might someday help us all.
We’re the women who dress up to visit our mothers. We live by our own standards, don’t paint us with your colour. Blow dry our hair and put on our best dress, No it’s not a night out to paint the town red!
There are many horrifying incidents of cruelty to animals. I want to talk about the incidents that happen within housing societies. And I want you to think about how they de-sensitise people to the pain of living beings in general. And how this impacts society. This post also has a few tips on howContinue reading “Letter : A plea for a humane society”
If you’re feeling bored and have nothing to do, Just pray for someone to leave some shares to you! You’ll have forms to fill and submit to the bank, Affidavits, attested copies & hopefully a signature mismatch!
She’s like the bottom of the pot, where the spoon scrapes. When there’s less inside, to put on our plates. The bottom of the barrel that bears the pressure, When it’s filled to the brim and there’s no ease or leisure.
Do you believe in God but shun religion? Feel that faith strong and quiet will shine out from within? Jai Shree Ram or Praise The Lord, Or Allah Hu Akbar, to me there’s just one God.
Why can’t #Mentoo help #Metoo? Why can’t we have fair laws? Since when does consent turn to rape, Just because a relationship has gone sour?
Can we call out that woman – the one who hates, Who won’t support her sister until it’s too late. Who gives support to the man who does women harm, Even though she knows he’s the one in the wrong.
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.
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.
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’.