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A postcard from UK

Hi there, Moving places is always bitter sweet. All my life I have moved. On an average every three years would mean a new place. My dad had a transferable job and we moved a lot. After I got married, my husband had a transferable job too. What’s more he had a childhood similar to mine as his dad was in the Air-Force and so he kept moving too.Many people cannot imagine moving like that and many people I know have lived in a single place their lives. I think I’d die of boredom if I had to do that. Some people tell me “Oh—you must be used to it.” I think that’s very unfair—how would they know? They have never moved even houses. It’s a bit like telling a soldier “Oh, you must be used to the war and it must not be a big deal for you.” It’s really not easy to move places, to say the least. But what makes a world of a difference is the attitude. I have so many friends in so many different places now. Friends whom I can just call and say that I am arriving and they would welcome me with o…

Live today well

Often, when on a holiday, it’s the little things that catch my eye rather than the BIG obvious touristy thing that everybody is rushing to see. I like the others, see the touristy thing too, but often I look around and there is so much more! Sometimes it would be a small insect, sometimes a different kind of leaf, and yet at other times the way the slant of sunrays light up a particular spot or a local resident going about their daily chores that make me want to capture it so that I can relive those moments, taking them out , like carefully hoarded treasure, on dull dreary days(You’re bound to have your share of those),examining them, cherishing them and before I realise the dullness has worn away around the edges and the day does not seem drab any more. Today I'll share with you some pictures of people that I clicked on holidays to various places. I sometimes put myself in their shoes and wonder what their day is like. They too have hopes. They probably have a family too. They…

Mr.Watch and Ms.Keys

Things to see and do

Funny how 10 days feels like a month! It’s only been ten days since my last post but when you go out of town and come back, even if you have been out only for 3 days, it feels like you have been away for at least a fortnight! At least it feels that way for me. I have been travelling like crazy. I was in Delhi-Rishikesh-Haridwar-Agra on a vacation, and then I was in Mumbai for the last four days. So please forgive the time gap between my posts. Many of you have written and asked me if I am ok—yes I am! And no—I have not forgotten my resolution of posting more often! It’s just one of those rare times that I did not have Internet access and when I got back there was a mountain of pending work that clearing it seems like a behemoth task, not to mention the colossal number in my Google Reader which I am scared to even open and look at! [I'll get around to your blogs slolwly--as I recover my breath :) ]

Even though I had seen the Taj Mahal many times before, we still decided to visit Agr…

My wish for you

Photo clicked by Atul age 10
Yesterday morning I was as enthusiastic about the New Year as an ant on a warm summer’s day, even though the air was cold outside and there was a nip in the air. Like an explosion of greenery that arrives with Spring, there’s something infectious about a date that reads 1/1. New beginning, Wishes, Gaiety, Hopes, and a renewed vigour about leaving everything unpleasant behind makes even the grouchiest of people shed aside their pessimism for a while and they respond to the “Happy new year” that everyone has displayed on their status messages as well as their hopeful faces.I am no different and I decided to begin the day by speaking on the phone to my closest friends and wishing them. A text won’t do, I decided—It was just a day that I had to hear their voices. As soon as I called up one of my closest friends, I knew something was terribly wrong, just by the way she said ‘Hello’.“Preeti—do you remember Varun?” she asked.I did. Varun was one of her good friend…