Ramadan Kareem


I have been out of the picture for the past Month.

With a Full time job, a toddler, a kitchen to look after..and then Ramadan starting, my plate was over flowinggg.

It is the most peaceful time of the year for Muslims. They fast not only to understand the pangs of hunger felt by the poor around the world, but to ensure purity of character..purification of heart, controlling the tongue etc.

With Ramadan comes the amazing treats also! The yummy Iftars and the dressing in your best clothes.. and let us not forget the Eid shopping.

With all the Positivity and happiness that is spread all over the world in this Month.. I was noticing some people spreading negativity.. and it is so annnoying. People should be more caring and understanding. Tolerance people. It Is a Thing! Practice it.

This Ramadan, lets make a pact.

Let’s Not judge anyone for “suddenly” practicing Islam.

Let’s not force our women to slave away in the kitchen.

Let’s not make unnecessary demands of our juniors at work.

Relax. Chill. And remember that fasting is not just for the stomach. It is for your heart too.






To the woman who secretly cried

Now I get it, I understand

What bothered her

Need for Love, need for Attention, need for Pampering

Now I get it, I understand

Why there was no salt in the gravy, Why the rice was burnt, Why the sink was dirty

Now I get it, I understand

What drove her crazy

The resistance, the refusal to change, the running away

Now I get it, I understand

Why she suddenly cried

The Unfinished goals, the incomplete Dreams, the abandoned ambition.


all about everything

So over the years I have always wanted to be a “writer”. I do not really understand whether it was my love for reading or just an attempt to get my voice heard without really having to really SAY anything. Sigh. But, by contradicting a very strict regime of the norm that “Girls in our culture can ONLY be a Doctor” I chose to become an Accountant. Dry? I know, it can be.

Anyways. I keep going through all these blogs on the internet and I noticed how convenient it was to be out there and sharing what you had to say.

So here I am. Will be sharing my 10 year analysis of the complex war game we call Desi culture (which I am STILL in the process of figuring out). Some experiences (and warnings) shared with my handsome 1 year old Toddler. And possibly leaking some Men-related-wisdom-and-theories that I have obtained from my darling hubby! So do keep coming back!