My husband and I are in the process of packing up all our stuff to rent out another apartment for various reasons. Yesterday, while packing, all of a sudden we realized that it was our first apartment out of our mother ship! We have created so many memories here! This apartment has seen us fight and make up, seen us dance and sing, seen us be silly and goofy, seen us mature and childish, seen us in secured... 
20s is the most happening decade in life I think. Life is brimming with activities. On one side when there is getting out of school, earning and switching jobs, starting your career, finding your soulmate (Yes I still believe in it!;)), figuring out who you are as an adult etc etc but on the other side there is anxiety that invariably comes with a period of life characterized by instability, frequent... 
Lost in deep and murky thoughts
Laid thee in her empty slot
Blissful is she in happy moments
melancholy in her sober times
Anticipating her burgeoning womb
she anticipated her burgeoning womb
Is thy life futile she cried
Is my oblivious fate nothing but a lie
What is the concept of beauty
an idea? a thought?a conjecture?a charm?
Wheel of fortune is a predetermined course
an accident is a chance in... 
One of my friends, let’s call him Friend 1 (Unmarried one) was appalled at the fact that I talk to my legally wedded husband during lunch-break everyday! A passer-by for this incident, another friend (friend 2, the married one), commented saying “they are still in love!”. So the friend-1 retorted asking, “Even after 4 years???”
Nah, it’s not “awwwweee” worthy. Get real people, if you talk... 
When I sign my name, or say my name it’s with a flourish. When I extend my arm to introduce myself, a natural confidence flows through my handshake and it makes me smile.
Its not as dramatic as Jumpa Lahiri’s Namesake but my name has a story too.
Its been a while since I bid a tearful fareful to “Vaishnavi Thatha”. Vaishnavi Thatha! Aah! A perfect match! Its not that I am a feminist... 
With 2010 around the corner, America is gliding into something that vaguely resembles a recovery. So how am I riding the crest of the economic recovery? How is my immigrant life placed in America and its post-traumatic stress disorder? Well, I am thankful to have a job and at the end of the tunnel I do see opportunities for greater responsibilities.
When I was a teenager, I remember asking my grandpa how... 
Longing for you all these years,
I have beaten bushes wrecking my foot gears.
Why have you hidden from my eyes?
Did you not hear my cries?
You are as valued as “true love” to a lass,
Did I not find you since I gained more mass?
In the core of my heart, knew I’ll find you in my way…
Truly, I did not care about the price to pay!
Holding aces, I couldn’t believe my lucky star,
When I... 