Oh, I love talking about the person called, ‘me’. I am a writer, because I know nothing other than relentlessly stroking the ‘poor’ keys of my keyboard to type gibberish stuff. That’s what I do for a living and for leisure. (It seems that people don’t really think my write-ups are gibberish. So as long as it stays this way, I am in the best job of the world 😉 )
The never-dying urge of my heart to fly to distant lands makes me adventurous from inside. But the lizard on my wall would have traveled more than me.
I belong to southern India and can speak Tamil fairly well (while the southies roll on the floor laughing when I pronounce ‘Tamizh’ as ‘Tamill’, and let’s not talk about ‘vallapallams’ ).
However, I have spent my life from cradle to cabin in Northern India, New Delhi. So, I am a broth of ethnicity and culture from South and exuberance and vitality of North. Confused? Just remember, you’re not alone. 🙂
The best things of my life – I have a very (overly) caring mother and very loving husband. I am happily married to a Bengali, from Eastern India (Add that to my cross-cultural experiences)
Now, the best of the best. A) Parth- the other man in my life, handsome as a hunk and cute as a cuddle. Some say he looks just like his father, and there are people who say he resembles me (though, his father conveniently dismisses the second part of the sentence) B) Sarika – the beautiful lady can be introduced as my niece, though she has grown in my lap since she was half a year old.
That’s my world and me. To find more….. read my blogs, dearies …..
I also pose as TheStoryTellingMom where I try to keep kids (of all ages) innovatively entertained. Follow me at TheStoryTellingMom