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There is a series of tremors, I want to reword as terrors happening in Nepal. Even as I type this post, there are thousands of people suffering, thousands killed, hundreds lending helping hand... I go into the bathroom and I cant stop wondering what would the victims of the quake do for their basic needs. I switch on the computer and wonder what would the people in Nepal do without communication lines of any sort? I cut open the milk packet in the morning and wonder if people who have been victimized by the huge quake wouldn't feel like having any beverage in the morning? I cant help thinking of pregnant women, just born babies, young children, teenagers with lost dreams, old people, just married folks, and tourists in Nepal. I have seen the outline of Tsunami from the safety of my concrete house back in 2004 December. I cant help going back ten years in time and compare the wrath of the ocean with the wrath of the earth. It was so devastating and the back to back after sho...

Ideally i should be off to sleep but here i am writing about something that cannot wait until tomorrow morning. sleep... that is what i want to write about. Not to theorize but dont u think sleep is a gift? There was a time when nine hours of undisturbed sleep was possible. Then it came down to eight. In college it reduced to seven or six. Work life brought back sleep routine to seven or eight. Marriage changed it to 'number of hours undefined'. Baby one changed it to less than five and baby two changed sleep hours to four hours of disturbed sleep. Now i value sleep more because sometimes it just seems like nights are for naps as i wake up too many times. Awake mind at night is a devil's workshop. So if the workshop is noisy some nights become sleepless. To those who take your night sleep time for granted please be aware that if u dont value yr night sleep u will regret later. I just hope to get a seven hour undisturbed night sleep sometime soon. I definitely reali...

Sounding serious? Actually its about this person, I have been observing from my balcony for a month now. Its been a month in this new house and we have a road facing balcony where my children spend most of their time in the mornings and evenings. The security guard and his family lives on the ground floor of every apartment in our locality. This person, a security's wife had a close friend Manisha, a security guarder's wife too. They had their own job routines to do and when they are free, they never spent a minute alone. From my balcony I could see that they were very good friends. I used to envy their friendship so much. One fine morning, Manisha's family decided to move to their home town. Since then I used to see that her friend spending all afternoons alone. It is almost like she is waiting for Manisha and her family to get back. She never mingles with anyone else and is almost lost in a distant memory all the time. It is really hard to sit stoned in a place for...

I am just settling down in Bangalore. Among the many processes that a relocation and settling in involves, the most important thing I felt was setting up a bank account. With the welcome kit came half a dozen PIN mailers. I am super scared about these passwords in life, especially the cash related ones. I just tossed the kit inside my bag after one glance at all of the mailer covers in it. There were hundreds of things to think about. When my husband did a withdrawal for the first time to check the account initiation, he mentioned the password to me. Immediately I did a minor math with the digits and that is all. Never had a chance to think about it again. Three weeks later, I am at a hospital counter for paying a bill. The amount was heavier than what I had with me. I took out the card and just then I realized that I have not got the password with me and I am going to be using the card for the first time. Madness, but I still counted on the formula that I had worked out earlier...