your baggage is your responsibility, emotional or otherwise!
There is a lot of online gyaan on personal finance management, but as with all the other online gyaans, there is way too much content on this as well, which often leaves you bewildered, on where to start from. And that is when this book by Monika Halan caught my attention while thrifting through an airport book shop.
I have a copy of William Henry’s “Invictus” pinned to my board on my office workstation. As a kid, my dad would often cite this poem, asking me to learn it by heart. Being his pet, I could go da da da on it, reciting it without a second thought. But somewhere between growing up, with no battles to be fought and no demons to be tamed, the poem lost its place to Taylor Swift’s and Avril’s songs.
This intermingling of ethnicities from the very beginning helps the Indian students big time. Not only do they learn to cohabit, but also learn to understand and respect the differences of opinions that each person brings to the table.
Whenever they’ll talk about Pangong Tso, they’ll tell you about its mountains and its pristine blue waters. Lofty peaks against the cloudless sky and the thousand shades of magnificent blue waves that strike against the neatly pebbled shore. For this particular reason, Pangong was definitely on the top of our to-do list on our Leh Ladakh trip.
The thing I loved the most is the strong portrayal that Trevor carries out throughout the book about his mother – a headstrong woman, a rebel, an optimist and an ardent Christian.
A friend once told me that a car should give you the cockpit feels! Though I waited for almost 3 years to buy my first car, I am glad that instead of going for the easy options, I dared to get myself one that makes me fall in love with driving - every single time I put myself in the driver's seat!
I had nowhere to go with this problem of mine. There are paid websites where you can create a logo but I wanted something that resonated with my personality. When you want something that particular, catalogues don’t help.
She looked away as she passed him by
And gazed the distant city heights,
She knew that love was a perpetual lie,
But his eyes... his eyes...
Urged her to give it a try...
She’d finally retrieved parts of her face back. The remaining still tainted deep red – the “Holi” remnants! Soon she was to post the day’s pictures proclaiming it to be one of the best Holis ever! But from her balcony she saw that one home had no signs of any colour droppings around it.
