A random memory flashes back

 

Setting curd before winding up the kitchen at night has been a part of my daily routine for decades. In winters, as temperatures fall the task becomes daunting. I try to follow my mom-in law’s golden rule for the perfect curd: mix a little curd thoroughly into sufficiently warm milk and wrap the milk bowl in layers of covering depending upon warmth that you require for yourself. However, the fact remains setting curd to the right taste and texture is tricky. I remain apprehensive about the outcome.

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A social media post and the lessons learnt

There is nothing exceptional about getting a text message from a student on Teachers’ Day. These days it’s quite common for the students to wish their teachers on social media. But this message, posted by an old student on my Facebook timeline, was different- the first of its kind. It was neither a greeting nor a ‘thank you’ note but the ventilation of pent up anger and grouse held against me for over a decade. Continue reading “A social media post and the lessons learnt”

Flirtations with online shopping

 

I was baffled.  Every now and then, the doorbell would ring. There would be a delivery boy at the door, either to deliver something or to pick up a return.  From daily-use items to fancy products, perishables like milk and vegetables to durables like upholstery to even odd pieces of furniture, almost everything was being ordered online and delivered at the door step. I couldn’t even buy tomatoes or potatoes without scrutinizing each piece; I wondered how anyone could make big purchases without actually seeing, touching and having the feel of the product. That was the time when online shopping was an alien concept for me, difficult to digest.

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Grand privilege of online grand parenting

 

It is Sunday.  The child’s parents are at home. We, the grandparents are sitting listlessly, missing our most gratifying, pleasant, and enjoyable duty, if at all it can be called a duty. Come Monday, we shall be back to our cheerful routine, spending time with our little bundle of joy, our one-year-ten-months old granddaughter, not physically but virtually.

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