Musings of a writer wanna be

A satirical piece, I wrote during the plague epidemic, in India, 1992. Maybe there are some parallels with the Pandemic.. What do you think?

https://ishmusing.com/2020/05/08/the-bagpiper/

“So papa where all did you go in Russia?” a question, I had asked him many times, but had never really gotten a proper answer. I grew up listening to my father’s first ever work related tri...

https://ishmusing.com/2018/06/13/comfort-food-in-russia/

It was a lazy afternoon, during our summer holidays, I hopped over to our neighbor Meera Aunty’s house as usual, opening the gate, I went in and rang the door bell. Nobody opened the door. I hu...

https://ishmusing.com/2017/12/16/meera-aunty/

  It has been a whole year, since she has been gone; I feel a strange sense of calmness today. Isn’t she the one who had told me Shraddhs are not required, the essential thing is to remember ...

https://ishmusing.com/2017/12/11/rays-of-the-sun-merge-in-the-sun/

So many weeks went by in a daze. I couldn’t even attempt writing anything about my father, Sohan Singh. As I was flooded with his memories flashing before me one after another, I realized, he ...

https://ishmusing.com/2016/12/09/my-father-a-life-well-lived/

“ Did you have an arranged marriage?” this has been the most often asked question everywhere I have lived, be it California, Michigan North Dakota, South Carolina or Montana. It has been 19 y...

https://ishmusing.com/2016/11/19/oh-my-arrange-marriage/

The other day, I was dropping my son off to school. Here, I was waiting for the car ahead of me to move, and that car in turn was waiting for me to leave. This was in complete contrast to Bangalo...

https://ishmusing.com/2016/11/10/a-foot-here-and-a-foot-there/

I think of the magical feeling that we as a family had felt in Tepoztlan, Mexico and the warmth returns to my heart. The cobbled stone pathways filled with people, cabs squeezing their way throu...

https://ishmusing.com/2016/09/29/the-spiritual-magic-of-tepozatlan-1/

“I have a something for you, I hope you like it”, she said with a bright smile, as she handed me a red packet. Dodie, my son’s piano teacher and a friend looked so happy. Her eyes sparkled ...

https://ishmusing.com/2016/08/11/embroidery/

ਚਲਾ ਤ ਭਿਜੈ ਕੰਬਲੀ ਰਹਾਂ ਤ ਤੁਟੈ ਨੇਹੁ ॥੨੪॥ Chalaa Th Bhijai Kambalee Rehaan Th Thuttai Naehu ||24|| If I go out, my blanket will get soaked...

https://ishmusing.com/2016/08/06/farids-dilemma/