Category: about me

  • Insights on Tick Tock Day

    Insights on Tick Tock Day

    Yesterday was TICK TOCK day, before you gallant young’uns and your parents start celebrating the birthday day of tik-tok on whatsApp it this is a day for us to go through the check list of the year. complete the businesses we meant to complete so on and so forth. Me being the Tardy Jane I…

  • An Acid test to Survive.

    An Acid test to Survive.

    Lucknow May 2019 It was like rebirthing for me. Mornings were busy with session. But evenings travel bloggers The Misfit Wanderers curated things for me to see. I was really amazed by the trouble the kids had taken they went through my blog and figured out things that interested me and put the walks together. Of…

  • Of Itches and Etches.

    Of Itches and Etches.

    I am awaiting my train on platform 2 of Madgaon konkan railway. It is quite frustrating to coordinate the trains arrival departure. It could be a great idea to get into whichever train that comes instead of rotting on the station.   It’s quite frustrating. Part of me, wants to snooze, but part of me…

  • A little about Trees

    A little about Trees

    Sometimes  I wonder if the current government is waging a war with trees. In the name of development we seem to indiscriminately cut trees, old trees that provided the shade along well laid roads have been chopped off too, and the ground has been cemented. Yet somewhere along the way, the trees, are our second…

  • Och! bortha

    The fore front is dominated by hundred things to do and address, there  is also troubleshooting. But things are not done, procrastination there is a background conversation that happens somewhere.  Something that hides right at the back. Its funny we ponder and try to answer ultimate questions, probably because it saves the trouble of answering…

  • view from the roof top

    Roof top to me meant a place on top of the pile, The best view would have been people who were trying to reach there, Rock-a-bye baby craddle’s on tree top, watch it my baby if the craddle drops its hell of a fall seemed a familiar lullaby. and guess what I didn’t want to…