In this edition of Tickling the Humerus, the author deviates from nonfiction and pens a simple tale of Doyel, who loses her husband for a night but gains a cat. How did the chain of events lead to this catastrophe (pun intended)? Read the story to find out.
After Delhi’s first showers, a fresh samosa and a tangy chutney fall into their familiar, playful banter at Sharmaji’s tea stall. Though different in texture and temperament, they realise they’re incomplete without each other. Briefly united on every plate, they create magic—an eternal, irresistible pairing savoured in countless memories.
In this edition of Tickling the Humerus, the author humourously tackles the hassles of being a parent to a cat, who thinks nothing of dragging a bird or a lizard inside the house. She recounts her experiences in cleaning up the mess and wonders if she is now fit enough to be a real-life crime cleanup specialist. It should be a cakewalk. Right?
In Indian homes, domestic help wields quiet power — sashaying in late, staging surprise leaves, and dictating our daily rhythm. We pretend to be the boss, but it’s a twisted power dance of chaos, dependence, and small victories. Amid dust and drama, we juggle tantrums, budgets, and gratitude — barely holding on.
An amusing tale of dealing with an irrational fear of lizards and the eventual triumph over these mini-reptilian invaders.
Crunch. You should remember what you built !!! Crunch.You should feel the texture of what you are eating!!
Hua na. Lagee bhook?
We have become too comfortable with the jokes cracked on us or our families, we have adjusted too well to the momentary humiliations by grinning big. We have learnt hard to ignore many times. Did we pave the path for bullies by our prolonged resilience or silence? But for how long?
Ma: Fine, it may have happened a couple of times, but this time it’s for real. I’m telling you, I might shit my pants on the flight. You just cancel the ticket, there’s no other way.
My grandmother muttered something in Tamil shaking her head in disbelief and
went inside. My aunt smiled and patted my father signalling, she is all yours. When both
of them were out of the room my dad laughed out loud.
