conversations with my boss

She: I am going for a conference. Would you like to go with me?

Me: Yes, of course, I'd love that.

She: Okay, but I am going to be very busy over there so don't expect me to sit next to you the whole time.

love story of singh vs. kaur

This is the title of a Punjabi movie I went to watch yesterday.

Ok Fans, Avid Readers and random people who typed this into Google and landed on my blog!!!!
Thank you all for coming here and trusting me to give you a movie review.

I refuse to be a slave to your trust and expectations.

I would like to thank Google for increasing my Punjabi readership. This moment would have been incomplete without you.

home video

Today my sister discovered an old video we had filmed with my grandmother, on the last birthday for which she was alive. There is my dad singing two different birthday songs at the same time. There is my mother getting impatient at my grandmother's slow cake cutting skills. There is my sister trying to film us all. There is Mami saying that next year, we should bake an even bigger cake. There is my grandmother, sweetly bewildered by all the attention and obediently cutting her birthday cake. The video freezes at the point where I and my grandmother pose for a photograph. 

pain

That one incident that forces me to acknowledge that I probably cannot love you anymore.

The immediate aftermath of this moment, where I ask myself what I will feel like at your funeral.

The memory of the time I agreed to care for you because someone both you and I loved asked me to look after the family on the day she died.
 
The realisation that in order to continue caring for you, I need to stop loving you.

The realisation that people change. That you have changed and that there is no point in crying for the person I once knew you to be.