By Suresh Pattali
If your wife doesn’t cook for you at home, cook for yourself. You are not in a restaurant, you are in a relationship.” This is one of the menacing quotes I typically receive on WhatsApp. It comes almost every day, as if my wife has complained to a battalion of her female friends, and mine, about her husband’s familial mannerisms and they ganged up to teach me a lesson on her behalf. I didn’t give a damn until my own beloved daughter jumped on the bandwagon. Continue reading To cry or to laugh is the dilemma
By Karen Ann Monsy
I am waking up every day so gloriously alive. What is it about December that feels like “heaven above is softer blue and earth around is sweeter green”? It feels like the legendary newness of springtime I’ve only ever heard about, since winter skips straight on to 10.5 months of summer in this part of the world.
Continue reading Why December is springtime in my world
By Bikram Vohra
I read a very unusual article the other day — all about women and how they surrender their space and become secondary. It is such a fascinating read. With a wife, two daughters and three granddaughters I am arbitrarily employing this measure to see if they are also victims of this syndrome. They are so smart and yet, have they also been conditioned by hundreds of years of male training that in their subconscious mind they don’t realise they are rendering space to Caesar.
Continue reading For women, ‘just’ is a 4-letter word
By Alvin R. Cabral
Allow me to present an alternate universe to the gentleman’s piece above. And when I say ‘alternate universe’, I mean reality — one that would make you feel better for either him or I, depending where your view is from. Continue reading Good fences make good neighbours. I wish I just had those
By Bikram Vohra
My friend is fighting with his neighbours. Fighting with neighbours is big business, especially if you live in blocks of flats with six inches of space between each other and start off your relationship on the boil. Expats have this tendency to come so close to each other until there is no sun peeking through. Literally in each other’s laps. Then the kids fight, the wives have a misunderstanding, the husbands come home after being slagged off by the boss in a sour mood and now they have to take sides and the frost settles in. Continue reading Not-so-good neighbour Sam
By Anjana Sankar
“Can I pay €35 to attend a university party?”, the message flashed on my WhatsApp last Friday evening.
“Is it okay if I take a membership in a sports club? It costs €75. Hope you don’t mind.” This was the Friday before.
Continue reading When emptiness conquered my nest, I befriended time
By Sami ha Zen
There are deaths that haunt you and the memories linger for unknown reasons. Fathima Latheef is one name I cannot take off my mind.
Continue reading The day I stopped wearing a hijab