Cantonment life!

Do you know the most boring time in a Fauji wife’s life? It is when she decides to stay back in the cantonment with her two kids during summer vacation, and the husband is out on duty for the entire period. And I am presently in such a situation. Life inside a cantonment It is a different world all-together. Neatly laid out roads, clean and peaceful environs, auditoriums, sports complexes, schools within, sometimes our own golf course, and of course the Officers Institute to spend time with friends in the evenings. Cantonments with their ambience form the basis of our

Welcome Summer with Bumchums Range of Casual Wear

“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.” – John Lubbock Summer season brings with it, vivid memories of my childhood- of carefree and fun days. They were days of zero responsibilities, of running around, irrespective of the blazing sun or the sweltering heat outside. Summer days are a joy, and they still are for me. The desire to go back I would want to go back to

Pickles- They Sure Do Tickle!!

It was a sweltering hot afternoon when I reached my mom’s home in Chennai. I was exhausted, my throat parched and my clothes soaking in sweat. In the dead of summer, my appetite almost always seems to diminish. But well you know how moms seldom agree to this. “You’ve got to eat something otherwise you would fall sick”, she said. “At least eat some curd rice. I have made fresh lemon pickle”. Ah! The South Indian in me came out totally. I was already drooling over the tanginess of the pickle. I agreed to eat curd rice, just for the

Under His Umbrella, Life Goes On #AtoZChallenge

Under his umbrella we all live. Seasons and our lives are so similar. It’s blazing hot in Delhi. The temperatures are soaring and the sun shines down on us fiercely. As I walked down the street, the hot afternoon wind blows across my face. I am parched and I crave for those few precious drops of water. I am drained and tired. How I miss the seasons gone by- of spring and winter. Aren’t our lives so similar to the seasons? Sometimes I wonder if the seasons are out there to tell us something. Life has phases just like seasons.