Of Wedding Bells and Hospital Bills

Of Wedding Bells and Hospital Bills

Not another invite,” I groaned, picking up a thick cream and  red colored envelope. I could practically feel the weight of the tree that had gone into making it. The names of the bride and groom were embossed on it in gilt letters. “Okay, you’ve got money,” I got the...
Slip Into Something Comfortable

Slip Into Something Comfortable

In the 80s, a revolution swept through Southern India. It turned the life of women completely around, and changed the landscape everywhere. No, it was not the inflow of labor-saving devices in the kitchen, and no, it was not the availability of packaged spices,...
The Accursed Couch

The Accursed Couch

My couch is cursed. Hold it, I am not off my rocker, nor am I steeped in superstition. It is the bald truth: a couch in our home is cursed. I trained to be a scientist, and I still believe that science can explain most things, but when it comes to that couch, I have...
Resolute With Good Intentions

Resolute With Good Intentions

The last days of December are the best days of the year. For most of us, it is the time to do all the things that we shouldn’t be doing, like partying, eating excessively and skipping exercise altogether. After all, we’re going to be turning a new leaf come the new...
Domestic Divas

Domestic Divas

What do most Indian middle-class women worry about the most? The answer was brought home to me during a social occasion soon after my move from the United States to India. On a visit to a friend, I found myself in a room with seven other women, all strangers to each...