Month: October 2021


Oct
2021

Trisha’s life – Part 02

categories: Trisha's Life - Weekly Column, Uncategorized

Trisha shook her head and  turned her laptop on.  While sipping on her coffee she went through her to do list. She had some interviews and a meeting scheduled for today, just after lunch.

“Trisha, I really like your work ethic,  but don’t forget to have your lunch. How else will you make me money? One can’t survive on an empty stomach, at least I can’t.” Andy rubbed his stomach and looked disgusted at the bottle with the green substance  on his desk.

“Thank you for reminding me, Andy”,  as she took a bite from her cheese sandwich and started a video on YouTube from ‘Ted X’.

Since her divorce, two years ago,  Trisha had been immersing herself into her work. As a single woman she did as she pleased and she happened to like her job as a job consultant. 

“Don’t you have this meeting with  ‘Sid Data’ in an hour?” Andy looked up from his laptop, his eyes on Trisha’s cheese sandwich.

Trisha nodded her head. “Don’t stare at my sandwich like that. You will give me a stomach ache.”

“Stomach ache?”

“It is an Indian superstitious thing. My mother used to tell me that when you are eating and someone is looking at you that you will get a stomach ache.”

“Aah ok, it is like I am sending you some bad energy towards the food you are eating?”

“You could put it that way. Can I offer you a piece of my sandwich. I won’t tell the Mrs…. It will be our little secret.”

“No, thank you. I better obey to the Mrs.” He rolled his eyes. “Imagine if she ever found out.”

Trisha grinned. “You pour soul. My sandwich is yum, yum. I must say  I really enjoy every bite of it.  But I do admire your perseverance, I couldn’t do it.”

“Yep, even I am proud of my own perseverance.” Andy said with a grin holding his bottle in one hand looking at the poisonous green liquid.

“You should be proud of yourself, Andy. Come on now, it is time to take a sip from the bottle. You don’t want to disappoint the Mrs. do you?

Trisha  walked into the lobby. She welcomed the cool air, as it was a hot and humid day. The girl at the reception desk stared at her which made Trisha feel uncomfortable.

“What can I do for you? And by the way, sorry for staring at you, but your shoes are so beautiful. I wish I could walk on heels like you do, so comfortable, like it is nothing.” She watched Trisha while leaning her head on her hand.

“Thank you. You know what they say practice makes perfect.”

“How may I help you? I assume you have an appointment with someone? Why else would you be here right?”

Trisha pressed her lips trying not to laugh. “I Am Trisha Gandhi. I am here to…”

The girls’ eyes widened. “Is Gandhi your grandfather?”

“No, he is not. We’re not related. It is just a common surname.”

The girl looked disappointed at Trisha. “Anyways your appointment is with whom?” Her eyes were giving away that Trisha was no longer a subject of interest to her.

“Mr. Bal.”

“Ooooh, Mr. Bal.” She stared at Trisha. “Lucky you” she murmured softly.  “You know it’s my second day here. So I need to find my way around. The lady who usually does this job has broken her leg. So, well, yeah… let me call Mr. Bal. Please take a seat.”


Oct
2021

Part 01: “Trisha”

categories: Trisha's Life - Weekly Column

Trisha grabbed a bright red apple from the fruit basket on the kitchen counter, the crisp crunch echoing in the morning silence. “This should have to do as my breakfast,” she murmured, savoring the sweet tang as she hurriedly pulled on her coat. Passing the hallway mirror, she halted, her reflection beckoning her attention. With a soft smile, she whispered, “You’ve got this,” and threw herself an exaggerated kiss.

Fumbling through her purse, she juggled the apple between her teeth, determined to multitask. Finally, her fingers closed around her lipstick, and she deftly applied it with the precision of a seasoned pro. The bronze hue of the lipstick complemented her milk chocolate skin, accentuating her features with a subtle glow. A quick glance over her shoulder reassured her that everything was in place; there would be no embarrassing wardrobe malfunctions today. She shuddered, recalling the nightmare of walking out the door with her skirt tucked into her red panties.

Trisha, a petite woman with a plus-size hourglass figure, compensated for her stature with the confidence of a runway model. Her love affair with heels was evident in the colors that adorned her shoe rack—more than thirty pairs, each a testament to her unwavering commitment to style.

Breathless and slightly disheveled, Trisha stormed into the office, her heels clicking rhythmically against the tiled floor. Her usual grace was dampened by the unexpected obstacle of a cancelled metro stop, leaving her feeling more frazzled than fashionable.

Andy, her boss, glanced up from his computer screen, his brows furrowing in concern. Despite his less-than-imposing stature and protruding belly, his demeanor exuded authority. “Good Morning, Trish!” he chirped, attempting to inject some cheer into the morning chaos.

“Morning, Andy,” Trisha replied, depositing her bag on her desk and powering up her laptop. “Just a typical Monday morning scramble,” she quipped, flashing a wry smile as she kicked off her heels, momentarily relieving the pressure on her aching feet.

“You look flustered,” Andy observed, his gaze lingering on her discarded footwear. “Perhaps sneakers would be more practical for your commute?”

Trisha chuckled, shaking her head. “I’ll stick to heels, thank you. A girl’s gotta have her standards,” she retorted, a playful twinkle in her eye.

With her coat hung in the cloakroom and a steaming cup of coffee in hand, Trisha settled into her routine, ready to face whatever challenges the day might bring.


Oct
2021

Snippet of my book “Chai and Marigolds”

categories: My babbles, Uncategorized

Hello readers,

In my previous post I was telling you about the book I wrote, “Chai and Marigolds”. I would like to share a snippet of my book. Happy reading!

A writer only begins a book.


The Past – Thirteen years ago

It was a rainy Sunday afternoon when Rani was sipping tea with her parents in the living room. Her father read the newspaper; Rani and her mother were watching TV.

“You know Rani,” said her mother. “When I was your age, I was already married.”

Rani laughed. She looked at her mother and replied, “Yes mummy. I know.” She took another sip from her cup of tea. “You have told me many times.”

Her mother looked up at the ceiling and then referred to her husband, “Hai Bhagwan (Ooh God), what will happen to this girl?”

Rani was glad when the phone’s ring interrupted as she hoped it would distract her mother. Rani’s mother got up to answer the phone. “Everything in this house, I have to do. What will happen when I die one day?” she said dramatically. Rani and her father looked at each other and burst out in laughter. When her mother picked up the phone, Rani heard a voice shouting on the other line.  Rani giggled. Shouting was a habit many Indians had when calling from abroad. “It is for you,” said Rani’s mother to her husband. “It is Ram from London.”

Ram was her father’s old school friend. Once in a while, he called, but whenever he was in India, he always visited. He would also call in advance requesting Rani’s mother to make gulab jamuns (Indian donuts) because according to him, they were the best gulab jamuns.

“Namaste Ram,” Rani’s father saluted. “How have you been? I was going to call you one of these days. What a coincidence,” he teased.

“I am doing fine, Sandeep,” said Ram. “We are all busy with everyday life that sometimes we just don’t seem to be able to pick up the phone. Don’t you agree?”

“Yes, you are right. Now we have grown old with more responsibilities,” reminisced Rani’s father. “Those times of running around in the fields are gone. Can you remember?” For a moment, Rani’s father saw himself running with Ram through the mustard fields as the yellow flowers waved at the sun.

“You know what Sandeep? The next time I am in India, we should do it. Run through the fields like two young men!” Ram laughed. “Can you imagine?” He paused for a few seconds.  “Sandeep,” Ram said with a serious tone. “This is not a social call.”

“Is everything ok?” replied Rani’s father alerted.

“Yes, yes,” Ram responded quickly. He paused again before saying, “My nephew is studying to be a cardiologist and my sister is looking for a suitable wife.”

“Hmm,” said Rani’s father. “What are you trying to say?”

“Well,” Ram continued. “I think your Rani will be perfect for him. They are a match made in heaven. Both are two good-looking people. What a nice couple they would make.”

Author: Mila Kumari

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