Silent purse

Off late, I have been facing a big time financial crunch. There seems to be no solution to it, no matter whom I turn to. I do not remember how I got into this situation, since I always have had the habit of saving. Day after day, I dread this thought of what will happen to me, when I am reduced to having nothing.

And the day has finally arrived.




I take the bus on my way back to home. The cost of the ticket is 11 Rs.

As of today, I have completely run out of 1 Re coins.

Hope the conductor is kind on this rupee-less commuter.


Place : Neighborhood aunty’s living room
Time : 6 PM

“Tea or coffee?”

“Nothing please, thank you”

“Please, you should have something at least”

“Erm..actually I drink neither tea or coffee”

“What? Not even a bit?”

“Yeah, absolutely not”

“Ok, some milk then”

“All right”

“Plain would do no?”

“I cannot drink plain milk”

“But we don’t have Boost or Horlicks”

“That is why I told you, I am fine, I don’t want anything”

“No no, you should have something at least, let me see, I will make you badam milk”

After 10  min

“Here, have this”

“Wow, you are so sweet Aunty, thank you”

“Its nothing re, so whats is your work going on? Everyone good at home”

“Aunty, shall I go into the kitchen?”

“Ohh, did I forget to put sugar?”

“No no, sugar is there”


“I don’t like milk cream, even if a bit goes inside I throw up everything out”

Zack calls me Sheldy sometimes, as Sheldon and I share so many ‘specifications’

Sigh, such is life.

Faith, rock and limbs

What happens when 19 members of a family meet together and make a train journey to one of the most religious places in India?

Fun, chaos, laughter, anger, leg-pulling, fights..etc..etc..etc

And what happens when at the last moment of your return journey by train, you find that half of the member’s tickets have not been confirmed?

A hurried call to another relative who books the tickets for the next day, thus leaving one more day to explore.

Sounds good. It was good too. But the sight-seeing, coupled with the fact that we had to go to a city 170km away to catch the train back made us travel in a tempo-traveller for 9 hours resulting in stiff limbs and tired bones by the time we tumbled into our respective homes.

Since we had extended the trip from 4 days to 5 days, I had to take a day’s leave at work, which put more pressure on the deadline which had to be met this Friday. So all in all a very hectic fortnight!

Usually, we do not make any vacation trips during rainy seasons. There are just enough puddles, muck and wet air all around us that puts off all plans. Based on the Coorg trip and this journey to Shirdi, I can assure you about these two places at least – they are awesome during monsoon. Because we did not have confirmed tickets of some of the members, they suggested we book Tatkal tickets for the next day and utilise the one extra day to do some sight-seeing.

On Saturday- from Shirdi, we went to Ellora caves – a 4 hour to and fro journey by road. To our bad luck, our driver was reckless. Half of my limbs were dislodged by the time our vehicle stopped at the Ellora caves 😐

Needless to mention, the caves are wonder-worthy.

So old, but so pristine. We had 3 hours to cover all of them, which proved insufficient. It is an experience to cherish nevertheless.



We returned late on Saturday night, too tired and dis-oriented. How I wish we had a good driver 😦

Tatkal tickets were booked, but from Daund – 4 hours away from Shirdi. Since the previous day had made me aware of unknown muscles and limbs, I was fervently wishing this travel should be painless. But my prayers were not answered, the results too painful.

Thankfully the train journey back home had scenic views and good weather.

Back at office on Tuesday, I had an email sitting prettily for me – detailing my work load for the rest of the week. I had expected it to get over earlier, but it was a tricky bit of programming which made me work till late Friday evening.

Earlier today, Zack asked if I had any plans for the weekend.

Yes, I said.

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