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Once in a while, when going with a friend to visit someone I am warned before I reach, “he is a henpecked husband!”
“Oh!” I whisper, and go with quite some apprehensions of a wife pecking away at every statement her husband makes, and he sitting forlorn and dejected in a corner, pleading with silent desolate eyes for us to rescue him from his terrible ordeal.
Most often, I am quite disappointed: What I see is a very happy husband and a very happy wife too.
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As countries open up and we Asians start flying again, I thought it imperative to write this little piece, which I also recommend you take with a pinch of salt, though there is some truth in it.
Most International Airlines think Asians are suicide bombers and feel we have nothing more to do except blow ourselves up in their planes, so here are some tips for a less traumatic flight and not to be treated as a terrorist:
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Today, political rallies are all about candidates insulting each other. The days of dignified talk seem to be over, and just when I was beginning to feel sad about the bygone days, I suddenly started realizing that even insults could be turned around and made to work for us:
This incident happened during the latter part of 1800s, in Bengal when Sri Ishwarchandra Vidyasagar and his few friends were busy collecting donations to start Calcutta University.
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After months of snow, slush, and frigid temperatures, spring is finally on the horizon.
As temperatures rise and as we reemerge from the cocoon of cozy blankets, bulky sweaters and flannel pajamas, it’s time to start thinking about what steps to take to prepare for warmer weather.
Changing seasons mean more than just a switch in wardrobes. Spring is the time to renew and refresh your skin.
While a complete overhaul isn’t necessary, a few adjustments will help you feel and look better once spring has sprung.
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She greeted me like we were old friends, purring and wrapping herself round my legs, “Hey,” I said, “I don’t know you!” But from her friendly gestures I realized that, that didn’t matter and all she wanted was to know me.
She was a stray, and I’d seen her quite often sleeping on cars and on the warm seat of a scooter in the colony. Lately I’d realized she’d made a landing on my staircase her home, and would look with sleepy eyes as I walked up to my terrace garden.