Memories come in many shapes and sizes. Just like grief. Today, my memories and grief came as a warm vanilla bundt cake baked by a 9-year old in memory of a great grandfather she has never met. Continue reading
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I have been doing the Word of the Year for a couple of years and it has been a rather rewarding experience. I spend time thinking what I want the year to look like and figure out a word that fits Continue reading
Poohsden has been neglected and forgotten in 2018. The space languished in silence and I spent most of the year neglecting the voices in my head. I “marched” on and on silencing the Continue reading
Social media connects me to a lot of people. Akshay was one of them. We started talking about books and dance some years back and our friendship progressed. We spoke mostly about kid lit books Continue reading