You will never believe where this Desi pinup managed to pop up! Read the full article inside!
Watching my grandmother comb her hair every morning after her shower was like watching a small ceremony. She would emerge from a hot steamy bathroom, her hair wet and slippery like a black snake draped over her betowelled shoulders. In reverent silence, She would glide towards the terrace with myself close at her heels carrying…… Continue reading Black Braids
Like me, my grandfather used to go by a nom de plume. He called himself Khan sahib Giraftaar: The captured. He was into student politics. He was loud and unapologetic. He once got socked in the mouth by a policeman at a pep rally against the Raj. He laughed; blood and spit bubbling in the corner…… Continue reading Nom De Plume
When I get sad, I bake cake.
I dont know why I do it but I do. I dont come from a family of stepford wives, my mother only ever baked one kind of cake and thats the cake I like baking when I am sad.
When I am sad, I bake my mother’s pineapple upside down cake
What a week I have had! Trying to get back into the swing of fulltime study in my final year at University has come with some incredible challenges-balancing my schedule, classes, work rosters, clashing units and being able to make time for the people I love was stressful but also extremely fulfilling. At the end of the first week back I was due for some much needed “ME” time. Imagine my delight when I came home from work on a Friday to find that Mr Mailman had left me a package from the lovely folks at Trashy Diva! It was time to mix blogging with pleasure and so I gathered my picnic basket, some snacks and with the partner and his camera in tow, we headed out to the local park for a picnic and photoshoot!