I am a dog, a Lhasa to be more precise. There is nothing extraordinary about me. I am a common mountain breed as far as canines go; but I am happy to belong to a sturdy stock or I would not have lasted seventeen years with my human. That’s right, seventeen is exactly how old … Continue reading
A holiday in the tea estates of Darjeeling with two nature hating creatures. (As featured in the Conde Nast Traveller)
There is something strange going on at our house. The Older Child of the family is behaving in a manner that is neither normal, nor has it been previously witnessed in this household. Yesterday mother walked into the house and found the child lying stretched on the living room floor, staring at her phone screen, her hand dextrously tapping away on it.
The other night I heard a remarkably macabre story, one that would undoubtedly make Brothers Grimm turn in their crypts. No, am not referring to the Indrani-Sheena murder story that by the looks of it promises to stretch into seasonal episodes. The story I am referring to is one that the husband told our seven-year-old … Continue reading
“Why, Sir, you find no man, at all intellectual, who is willing to leave London. No, Sir, when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford.” — Samuel Johnson So well, it is another glorious summer here in London, the English summer … Continue reading
I am at the Starbucks near my house. Although I don’t care much for the coffee here, this place has an agreeable vibe and I have found that with practice, it is not impossible to acquire taste for their awful brew. I come to this cafe on days when I feel the need to lose … Continue reading
It is with a heavy-as-lead heart that I am reproducing an analysis of our family, as seen from the astute eyes of our six-year-old. I have found the child typing away with great concentration using her forefinger in the ‘Notes’ of an old ipad that my children are allowed to use over the weekend. She … Continue reading