Stolen from my favourite movie, I am the girl on the bridge. Some of us cross the bridge to the other side, some stay on the same side of it all our lives. Some of us teeter on the edge. Some of us jump. It takes all those girls.
I am not the girl on the fence. I am the girl on the bridge.
Who me?: me, my husband and our kids Veeru and Basanti. Our bacchas? They meow to communicate. If you think those are ridiculous names you should hear their real ones. No I won’t tell you. Ack….Get away stalker!