“What’s for dinner?”

Wasn’t it a lovely, blissful time when we could casually throw around questions about the next meal and it was Mum’s job to make something hot and delicious on demand? (I say Mum because Abbu started cooking for me only after I got married; making apricot custard and chicken from Sanjeev Kapoor books!) And then…

Freedom, after 8 long years!

It is almost uncanny how the best moments of my life have often coincided with the worst. As I have come to believe, there is a price to pay for every decision taken, every choice made. And I do not mean it negatively, but just the awareness of how saying ‘yes’ to something means saying…

Why it takes a Milind Soman to make me think about fitness

A regular Thursday evening. Rumi is visiting her grandparents so the house is unusually quiet. I am in my usual Salwar-T-shirt avatar watching something on Romedy Now. I am casually checking my WhatsApp and my eyes fall on some messages exchanged with Isha. Isha is one of the coolest, most inspirational youngsters I know. This…