About the time of Christmas, the aroma and glamour of the upcoming Master Pastry Chef competition wafting in the lanes and by-lanes of the small town where Mrs ChitterChatter lived had bewitched her soul in believing strongly that she had it in her that makes a Pastry Chef! Possessed that Read more…
Jimmil is a curious boy of three. He regards himself as grown-up. Though most of the family members disregard his self-declared-status, he doesn’t care much. He believes that grownups always have ‘differences of opinion’. He has a buddy, Albert. There’s a slight gap in their ages though. About sixty Read more…
She looked straight into it and said, “Contemplating dropping out of this open learning programme”, at the breakfast table with a grumpy tone, checking her own reflection on it. Knowing well whats hovering over her mind, yet trying hard to hide glee, he asked, “Change of hearts? Why?” “Information overload, no Read more…
About half a decade back when we shifted to Maximum City…Hold on… that sounds quite ancient, though it actually means just 5 years. And I believe, by saying so, it puts me in fossil category as well, as I am referring to the past tense rather than present or future. Read more…
Recently, I presided over a session of “khud-ki-adalat“* to assure myself that some new developments on personal front must be accepted on the face value and to let everyone have clear idea about it. Specially my super-dominant “Mrs AlwaysDoubtful“ (MAD hence-forth) self. She does show up most of the times, Read more…