During this pandemic, we are all trying our best to stay indoors to keep ourselves healthy. Some have become creative and found themselves embracing their dreams, which remained unfulfilled all these years.
This COVID-19 lockdown has seen so many firsts. It has seen the birth of many gardeners, chefs, bakers, painters, singers, dancers, comedians, and even, hairdressers.
The noise of every shifted gear was awesome. On a zigzagging upslope, playing catch-up to keep the car from rolling back with the perfect mix of clutch and accelerator wasn’t easy.
The English rain feels obligatory, like paperwork. It dampens already damp days and slicks the stones already smoothened by the ravages of a thousand seasons.
The Godfather portrays a father-and-son bond in subtle, but strangely at the same time, monumental ways! And you have to agree that the Vito-Michael Corleone duo is one of the most iconic father-son relationships in fiction.
Corona! A word striking fear into everyone’s hearts. People are indeed petrified and panic-stricken by the Covid-19’s lethality. Some people more than others. It is these people who belong to the notorious community, the Covidiots.
I believe this is when it rises to the level of a delicacy. Others might define a delicacy to be something rare, not common, or off limits because of price, or controversy. Truffles for the price, and foie gras for the controversy? But both are praised for their taste too.
In the West, ‘it’s the most wonderful time of the year’, because the holiday season is just around the corner.
Yet another year has passed me by. Like any other year, this one has had its share of ups and downs. Throughout I've made memories...
It is that time of year again. Winter is here and Christmas is only just a few days away. It's about time you knew, that scientists
They say that during the course of a lifespan one lives through and remembers many cherished memories. The extent to which our mind remembers these memories depend on the effect the memories had in our lives.
Summer bid goodbye not too long ago, but winter is already here, rushing to say hello. There is a short season between summer and winter...
I always make it a point to never extol the virtues of consuming eggs before ensuring that my egg is either poached or boiled.
The sign outside the gym door says that children are not allowed inside. But I pretend I cannot read English when I hit my proximity card key fob on the gym door to allow me in. Why? Because I have no other choice but to ignore this particular sign.
We live in a time when new heights of all that's good and bad are being reached. An unhealthy lifestyle and off the charts eating habits is no different. Having a pot belly is anything but a trend yet every other person seems to have one.
I woke up with a start. Someone was pounding my door. The anxious face of my elder brother looked down upon me as I opened the door. “Do you know where my tupi is? I can't find it anywhere!”
I first came across the word, Amish, in one of the volumes of Nancy Drew mystery stories series some 20 odd years ago.
Once upon a time - when Facebook was not yet born, when people would actually depend on handwriting more than keyboards, when finding a new friend was not just a click away - there used to be a way through which people would make friends: pen pals.