I bet each one of you has an umbrella story (or several) to tell. My first memory of an umbrella is probably from the time I was five–or younger–huddling under a huge black umbrella with a wooden handle; at least it seemed huge at the time to my 2.2 feet self. Summer days in the balcony under the fabric, pretending to be in a tent. Kudos to my mom for some quick thinking, eh, in creating the setting for my…
It happened in 1982. Most of you reading this were probably not even born (couldn’t resist that—what with most people addressing me as anything but Vidya these days *evil grin*) I…
I love the words update and upgrade. Probably because they usher in a freshness, something better than before. Like most people, I like to ensure that it is planned. Why? Mostly…
I was upset yesterday after a conversation with my uncle. He’s in his seventies and my aunt is in her sixties. Both have health issues and must take medications on a…
I woke up this morning and lit the lamp, and had my conversation with the divine as usual. As I sat with my tumbler of coffee, warming my hands and waiting…
Fourteen years ago, 8 July marked the birth of this blog. Today, I am ecstatic about still being here. Oh yes, “consistency” has always been my middle name…among others. As any…
I would be a liar if I said I didn’t miss the excitement of the first day of school. I am not referring to the very first time my two-and-a-half-year-old stepped…
So, yes, today looked like it would be a total washout. I was facing the prospect of getting electrical work done at home, which meant the mains would be off for…
I felt a little out of sorts this morning. When that happens, I usually check in with my to-do list and try to pick something to do – depending on the…
It is a beautiful morning and I set out for the gym down the road, looking forward to a vigorous workout. My first stop is the treadmill. I press the “quick…
