I had met Kiran Manral years ago at Just Books Library. I was attending a talk about her book ‘A face at the window’. Today I am writing about her recently published ‘Missing, Presumed dead. How the time flies! And our beloved author makes the most of every second. I have always been inspired by her and I someday hope to write as effortlessly as … Continue reading Kiran Manral’s ‘Missing, Presumed Dead’.
I have a baker’s soul. The flour on my apron, milkmaid spilling into the bowl like a waterfall of sweetness, vanilla essence traveling from the kitchen into the living room tickling my family and making them giggle with happiness, and the batter on the spatula waiting to be licked. I recently went for a baking workshop conducted by Esha Fernandes. I need to step out … Continue reading Baking workshop by Esha Fernandes
I have always thought June to be the most romantic month of all because I think the raindrops are carriers of love. June is the umbrella shared by two people despite both of them having an umbrella. June is two people discovering their love for tea on a cold rainy evening and beginning their story with cups of ginger tea. June is looking at that … Continue reading The month of romance
I attended a photo exhibition on the Toto tribe and I can’t express the joy I felt. The photo exhibition is being conducted by Abhijit Alka Anil at Twistie’s, Hiranandani Meadows, Thane west. Today is the last day so please do check it out. I entered the cafe and looked up to see pictures, so many pictures. The man behind this amazing work actually left … Continue reading Photo exhibition on the Toto tribe
There have been so many times when a friend has stopped by without notice or the kids have asked for something to eat and by that something they mean nothing I have already spent hours cooking. At such times, I need to think of something quick and yummy. Garlic bread is loved by all and […] via Garlic bread — Inside kiran hasija’s kitchen Continue reading My mom’s blog!
Gone are the days when he wrote poetry on my skin. Now he writes on Facebook and the only way I know is because I’m tagged in each post. I wonder about the lost art of loving for my old soul craves something more. Don’t be mistaken. I don’t detest modern love. I too write on social media, share updates about my life and have … Continue reading The lost art of loving
I’m finally twenty years old! I let go of my teenage years two days ago and made a list of ten promises I want my twenty-year-old self to keep. I don’t think I can keep 20 promises. I’ll add ten more promises when I learn more about what being twenty truly is about. 1. NOT FALL IN LOVE I want this year to be about falling in … Continue reading PROMISES TO MY 20 YEAR OLD SELF
A few weeks ago I attended a poetry workshop conducted by none other than the beautiful poetess herself, Sunita Saldhana. I entered the cozy library where the workshop was being conducted and a smile started playing on my lips. I grew up in the same library. I spent hours browsing through books and I think even the people there were fed up of seeing my … Continue reading Sunita Saldhana’s Poetry!
If you see me now, I look different. My hair is shorter, clothes fancier, and I have started wearing red lipstick. People tell me I look different. Little do they know, I feel different. I feel beautiful for the first time in my life. I feel like the sun rays are hiding between my lips, the storm is sleeping in my eyes giving them a … Continue reading Woman.
Tomorrow another year will end and another list of resolutions will be made. This time I’m more keen on saying a proper goodbye to 2017 before I allow the hustle bustle of a new year to arrive. Endings: they teach and remind us so many things. This year was full of challenges and between all these challenges, a young girl was growing. Yes, I was … Continue reading Goodbye, 2017.