Sounds in India

Sounds in India used to make me crazy. The privacy i felt and cherished behind the thick walls of tiny Kyiv apartment was gone once i moved into spacious 2BHK in outskirts of Pune. Suddenly i heard neighbours at different times of their daily routine, - bathing in the morning, making sabzi in the pressure cooker, playing with the dog and by the end of it - snoring.
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Monsoon is almost over

Enjoying story?In Kyiv i would celebrate summer fall – indulging in freshly harvested fruits, breathing in morning coolness, sipping the hottest coffee from paper cup picked up on the way to subway. In India i celebrate last days of the monsoon. The rhythm of the rain is nocturnal, drumming heavily on the office roof top, tapering to drizzle in between. Pausing and then clearing. Grand beats of Ganapathi Visarjan processions are heard from afar. I enjoy this feeling of the monsoon

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Police station

Enjoying story?We squeezed into a buzzing corner of local police station at the dusk. This faintly lit tiny room with beige painted walls and disproportionately small windows accommodated one police officer and a young assistant. His appearance kept profession in disguise – at a glance he was simply middle-aged man wearing white cotton shirt. His short thick hair, accurate moustache line and sharp nose resembled Manoj Bajpayee in Gangs of Wasseypur, yet lively dark-brown eyes were showing kindness. A bunch

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My mother-in-law

Enjoying story? Today is her birthday. Actually no-one in the family exactly knows what the date is. My sister in-law suggests it was on 10th, while father-in-law insists it is on 2nd. When she was admitted for knee replacement surgery earlier this year, the patient tag stated 2.06.1940. I’m celebrating birthday of a woman who one year back became my mother-in-law, just a month before i’ve lost my mom in Kyiv. Nothing less than a gift and a blessing maintaining

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Jaya

Enjoying story?Saturday morning. We’re a little relaxed yet awake by 8.30, as my husband has to go to office. I’ve started coffee machine and was about to open the door and pick up morning press, when our melodious doorbell rang. Here she was, – Jaya with the bunch of newspapers at the doorstep, beaming. This small brown-eyed konkani woman with glowing face would be in mid-30’s. Rayon orange saree and gold earrings gleaming against plump dusky cheeks highlight her frisky

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Groundhog day with a little magic

Enjoying story? There’s something about me i’m totally embarrassed to share. Well.. Have you ever put three alarms and ignore all of them in a row? That’s what every single morning i go to office looks like. 6.15 am. My alarm rings gently. I hear it and in the back of my mind muse.. Okay, it’s just 6, so i can sleep till 7. “Can you switch it off..”, – murmurs my husband from the opposite side of the bed.

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For the Love of the written word

Enjoying story?I love books. I read less and less though since i became Mrs. Sharma. I keep on collecting books on my overloaded wooden shelf in semi-dark cabinet en route from living room to bedroom. We’ve never got that central light repaired since we moved in a year back, right after the wedding. There are certain things in indian house which i could never get started, leave it alone to get done. Half of the temple (Idols of Hindu gods)

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