Dreams (the ones we see while asleep) have always fascinated me. Wikipedia defines dreams as "Dreams are successions of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations that occur involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep". I had read somewhere that if we maintain a dream journal, it can be interpreted to reveal hidden significance or …
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People Stories
Have you ever considered how many people you meet or simply see everyday? There is one set of people we actually know. We know them on a personal level. We know about their lives, their stories and about their families. Such people are usually family, friends and colleagues . There is another set which are mere …
Memory Travel
As a kid, Namz (my sister) and I have traveled a lot with our Koka and Aita (our maternal grandparents). Deta and Koka served in the same university and so we got ample time to spend with them. Whenever Koka had to go any official tour and if we had our holidays then, we would …
Music in My Life
Most of the people who know me do not know that I had been briefly trained in Indian classical music. Well, it was only for a few years and I did not continue it further. It is a different story that no one actually believes this when they hear me sing!It was Aita (my maternal …
Book-Smitten–Reposted
I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words 8th – 14th December 2013 (Day 3--BOOKS)I have already posted on this theme once couple of years back and the title was Book-Smitten . So I am re-posting the same here as a entry to the Write Tribe Festival of Words-2.
Instant "Noodle’ly" Happiness
While growing up, instant noodles in the house was a strict no-no. Ma would say that one particular spice in the taste-maker was harmful and so instant noodles for us. Our fellow mates would busk in the mouth watering tastes of Maggi and Top Ramen instant noodles, while we would try to reason with Ma. …
A Memory of Pain & Care
As a growing kid, I used to suffer from regular leg pain. And often one of knees would get locked. In such situations, the one person I would call for was Deta (my father).I remember playing and running around on the front lawns and suddenly my knee would get locked. I would only shout for …
Natasha'z Points To Ponder 