When I was in school, Rakshabandhan was one attractive festival. Rakshabandhan is actually not a part of Assamese culture. But growing up with non-assamese communities for whom it was one of the major festivals, we were also enticed to tie rakhis on our brothers' wrists. Rakhi is a decorative thread. Well now, my sister and …
Category: Relationships
A house that became home
Our home for 19 yearsFor 22 years of my life, I had called Jorhat my home town. And for 19 years out of that 22, a house was our home.Deta (my father) served Assam Agricultural University his entire job life and the last 22 years of that he was posted in Jorhat. He had also been educated …
The Pickle Story
I have never been a fan of pickles. Being a lady, I am assumed to be a pickle lover. So when I refuse to have them when offered, it astonishes many. The only pickles I would consume with some interest is of stuffed chillies, chillies and garlic, chicken and peaches. And I had never thought …
My Ma.. My Ideal
"The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new." ~Rajneesh. I am my parents' first-born and Ma had me when she was quite young. She had married young and though she had her ups and downs …
Pangs of (Puppy) Love
A few days back, I was having a conversation with a couple of my friends about the phase of so called 'love' in our school life. And how things have evolved since then. I personally feel that I am growing old when we talk about 'our good old days'. But nevertheless, incidents and memories of …
My Old Friend.. Loneliness
My old friend, loneliness...You are there when I am happy;And don't leave me when I feel crappy;You keep me awake and don't let me sleep,Yet watch over me when into dreams I slip;While watching television, you sit with meAnd when I have dinner, give me company;You help me choose, when I shop,And hold my hand …
Wordy Wait
Waiting for a few words, I fall asleep;It's morning and I am still waiting..The day goes by;No hint, no reference..The day ends, the wait is forgotten..May be some other night, some other wait, they will come...
Natasha'z Points To Ponder 