I witnessed the slow disintegration of those stupid balls in the hot oil through my blurred-with-tears contact lenses. I paused for a couple of minutes as I mindlessly stared at the small kadai.
Recently, we have been meeting and chatting with life insurance companies so we can both secure a future for our kids and the surviving spouse should something unfortunate happen to either of us. We are both in general good health as far as I know.
I know how it looks. I know you are judging me right now. I know you are on some kind of a moral high horse, perhaps even justified, praising yourself for having your language firmly under control when kids are around.
Submitted to an essay competition in September 2016 – This was my first time writing such a personal essay and my first time submitting one to a competition. Of course, I didn’t win but the writing exercise was well worth the effort. Prompt: Most dramatic […]
When I first saw the cover of Mindy Kaling’s debut book, ‘Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?’ a few years ago, I felt like she had written that book with me in mind. Except, of course, she hadn’t and I could only barely, if even, […]
As regular readers of this blog know, I recently lost my mother. Adapting to life without a mother is really, really hard and not something I thought I would have to learn to do this early. “Move On” seems like the most overused line in […]