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Celebrating Navratri? Stop now as we have no right to worship the female form...

Today my mom asked me to go get fall bidding done for her new saree. Navratri has begun and Durga Pujo is just around the corner. This year we are planning to go Pandal hopping on a Saptami instead of an Ashtami or Navmi to avoid the jams and the crowds. I will wear a saree too and my Punjabi husband will tag along for the delicious food.
In a multicultural household like mine, most festivals are a big deal, especially Navratri and Durga Pujo. But in the hullabaloo of festivities, we don’t stop to think of its essence – why do we celebrate Durga Pujo or Navratri at all. To celebrate Ma Shakti – a prompt answer from my mother. Navratri is a celebration of the nine stages of womanhood – a tribute to the power of the female.But to us commoners, it is a festival of dancing to the tunes of Garba or dandiya or Bollywood music. It is our turn to wear our best clothes, head out in the night, meet family and be merry. And once, this is over, the female form goes back to being what they always a…

What you get when you get a Dog...

Of moist wet noses and itchy ears, Pinpricks as bites and scratchy burs.
Ticks and twists, trips and tears, Licks and nips, and soulful stares.
Of woofs, barks and soft growls, Ruined furniture and empty food bowls.
Of smelly poop and slippery pee, Cuddly hugs, kisses and so much glee!
Of sleepless nights and dreamless mornings, When endless walks in the park become your calling.
Of wagging tails and adorable paw shakes, Shedding hair, rollovers, and shakes.
Of crashing dins and chasing leaves, Bring one home and you’ll never grieve.

Guilty promises

Her eyes, those big orbs of hazel, nestled in the caramel-like outer circle, were bewitching. He could stare at them all day. They were warm and inviting. When he saw her looking at him or she looked up at him, his heart ached… how the hell did he ever get so lucky?
Her eyes were his secret maze – he would get lost in them often, in solitude. They intrigued him as if wondering what was on her mind. Did she think of him often? Did he occupy all her thoughts?
Her soulful gaze never failed to weaken him.


Leaving for work, he felt sorry; for her as well as himself. He felt a sharp pain of guilt overcome his senses. He almost shut the door but stopped and turned around. “Darling, I am so sorry but I have to go. This is a work thing and you know our lives depend on it. But I promise you, I will spend more time with you. I will take you on the hiking trip I have been talking about for ages this weekend. Please… I mean it! Take care and see you soon…”
Saying his goodbyes, he shut the door and wa…