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Once upon a time I lived with my parents and two younger sisters. What a time it was! And how often do I miss the little things that were once completely insignificant. Like the times me and my sisters would fight over how fast the fan should be or when we would argue over the time the lights should go out. And the times mom would call me a million times in office because it was raining, and the trains would be running late. “I’m a grown up. I can manage to get home alright!”, I thought. Surely, it all seemed like a big pain in the rear at that time. But looking back at it today, that is the time I have the fondest memories of. Never had I realised that having two sisters to annoy me would be the thing I would miss the most after I got married. Well, when we fought, mom would always say, “Shaadi hogi tab pata chalega, ek dusre ko dekhne tarsoge!” (you will realise when you get married, you will crave to see each other). Of-course then it was like, what the hell are you talki

Ever wonder what it’s like to be in love? To love someone so much you feel you can’t breathe without them? To love them so much you fear you will stop existing if they went away? To love someone so much, you feel like you are the richest person in the world, the happiest, when you see them smile? Loving someone so much that even when you wake up in the middle of the night, half asleep, completely senseless and you happen to gaze upon them sleeping, you feel like “What a sight!”, “What did I ever do to deserve him!”, “He’s the best!”, “OMG! I love him so so so much!” Well, I do, coz I love him, I love him so much that his presence lights my world up. When he walks away my heart breaks a little inside and I begin to feel empty (and mind you, I am only talking about when he goes to the kitchen to get some water, or, you know, to the loo). Well, such a love can be an exhaustion! An exhaustion that feels like a thrilling ride on a rollercoaster. So scary but so awesome all at the

Ever wondered about this long standing Indian tradition of arranged marriages and the Oh! So ever growing stigma against love marriages? What’s wrong if two people find each other, fall in love with each other and want to spend the rest of their lives with each other? Well, nothing wrong as far as you don’t consider the parents disapproving and placing restrictions, or the religious or cultural differences. You may even ignore the “Char Log” of the Indian society pointing fingers at you and talking behind your back for the rest of your damn life. Well, then it will all be okay. I had a love marriage. The best kind of love marriage there ever could be. I did not have a random aunty following me secretly to give reports about my “boyfriend” back home. Oh, and I also escaped the restrictions, the stupid “Char Log” who have nothing better to do but to talk about me. He and I are married now. We really don’t have much of the cultural differences. Life is pretty much the sa

Most of my thoughts these days are about the ability of all life forms to create life. Maybe this is because I am manufacturing a tiny human inside of me, or because the beauty of nature always amazes me deeply. Creating a living breathing human, literally from scratch, how can a person not be flabbergasted by that. Creating something from nothing (well, since God creates, and we just manufacture, lets substitute create with manufacture). Manufacturing a person from a single cell, way way way smaller than the tip of a needle, I am like WOW!! No matter how common or how ordinary it might seem, it still blows my mind away every time I think about it. Can you say your body has 2 beating hearts? Or 2 brains that are firing neurons like crazy? Or 2 different sets of human DNA? Well I can, at least for a few more months. And this feeling is extremely exhilarating. But well as exhilarating as it may sound or seem, it is still a heck load of work, obviously manufacturing a human