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2026 Book #1: Mother Mary Comes to Me

Book: Mother Mary Comes to Me
Author: Arundhati Roy
Rating: 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟
Completed this for the Popsugar Reading Challenge Prompt #27 (A book with a character who has curly hair) and the 52 Book Club Reading Challenge Prompt #13 (Bookface)

There are some books that you know you can’t do justice to, no matter how eloquent your review.

Mother Mary Comes to Me is one such book.

Perimenopause & Me

In a few years, as you enter menopause, you’ll start to have all sorts of mood swings, so you should warn your partner to be prepared.

The Pet-Adoption Blues

I didn’t realise I had pet-adoption blues, in fact that I’d had it before, till after I was out of it.

We adopted our older dog Panja, a few months into the pandemic, and our younger one Cookie, just a few weeks ago. With both adoptions we had actually been looking to adopt older dogs, not being too keen on toilet training. In both cases we ended up with pups.

And in both cases, I felt doubt and anxiety at the commitment we’d taken on, and there was despair at the chaos that the new puppy brought.

Saying Goodbye

I’ve said goodbye to this house twice now. The first time was 6 years my parents were moving to Gurgaon, but the house stayed with us and they eventually rebuilt it and moved back.

The second time was this morning. Within the next few weeks, if all goes well, the house will pass to a new family to love.

Netflix’s Maid, and the Slippery Slope of Emotional Abuse

I didn’t expect Netflix’s show Maid, to trigger me the way it did.

The show, based on a true story, is the story of a single mom, Alex, trying to build her own life by escaping an emotionally abusive relationship, trying to take care of a mentally ill mother, and having no qualifications, or money.

She is always steps from homelessness, battling a very flawed welfare system, and every time you think things are going to get better for her, her paper-thin foundation collapses.

Even almost 8 years after my own toxic relationship ended, I realized my emotions are raw and tender to the touch.

On Bidding Fur Babies Farewell

One of the hardest things about being a pet parent is saying goodbye. For those of us who love animals, our fur babies become part of the family, and an integral part of our lives.

I adopted my tortoise shell cat, Penny, from an organisation called Toronto Cat Rescue in 2008. She was 9 months old and every bit as feisty as a tortie should be.

She had been rescued from a shelter where she was to be euthanized – and fostered into a home with lots of other cats.

Like many humans, Penny didn’t like cats.

Musings on a Decade

When I turned 30, my last so-called milestone birthday, I was unemployed, broke, and heartbroken. I was totally and completely lost.

I was still at that age, where there was a lot of pressure to “achieve” things by certain points in time. By 30, I had reasoned, I should have my shit together.

I should be relatively successful, have a social-media-boasting – worthy partner and generally be on a rapid upward trajectory.

But I didn’t have any of those things, and the closer it loomed, the more things fell apart.

Reflections on a Bizarrely Serendipitous Year

That 2020 has been a strange year is true of every single human. When we started the year, COVID was a foreign problem, something barely on the speck of the horizon.

But I’m not writing this to talk about the innumerable ways our lives have changed, for two reasons.

Firstly, we have all lived it. Secondly, and perhaps more importantly – that experience of change has been unique for each and every single individual – and there is nothing particularly noteworthy about my experience, besides perhaps that I eventually contracted the disease – an experience that I’ve already documented extensively.

What 2020 has also been about for me is timing.

My COVID Hangover

I have always been clumsy, but since Friday, have had a serious case of butter fingers. My limbs felt weak, and still do. I fumbled trying to put on a pair of earrings dropping one in the process. At night I toss and turn trying to find a position that doesn’t make the tightness in my chest worse.

Life with the Corona Virus

Photo by 🇨🇭 Claudio Schwarz | @purzlbaum on Unsplash

After eight months of a paranoia, stringent precautions and multiple skin breakouts thanks to the chafing of masks, it is a rather strange thing to have a COVID positive test report in front of you.

It’s like you spend all these months running from something and when it finally catches up with you, there is some sense of relief.

I was told it was inevitable. I had come to visit my parents as a surprise for my mother – and much to my surprise, they all tested positive. In a house inhabited by three COVID patients, there were just too many germs. Masks and social distancing attempts were more farce than protective.

The first test, as you know, was negative.