An architect, with whom I worked during my initial years after passing out from college and in my first years at Mumbai, recently commented on FB, "You have changed so much, wish I knew this Sindhu."
I haven't changed much, except maybe for the superfluous fat I have gathered around by mid riff and that isn't much of a sight, I assure you.
But then he hasn't seen me aside from what I chose to put up on FB, so how did he 'see' this change in me?
He just assumed that the person in FB, the one who puts up status line messages every other day, pastes interesting quips from newspapers or anywhere else is pretty much a hep and happening woman!
That aside, once, a few months ago, the wife of a colleague, remarked that she could never associate me to a journalist, the kinds of which she has seen in her country.
We met at a dinner party, where I was busy running behind my kids, getting them to eat.
Well, I am not entirely the person on FB, nor the persistent brash person associated with the term journalist, not someone who sees a story before the person involved, but a human being, inquisitive, like how journalist should be, someone who is interested in people and is affected by what is happening around her.
But first and foremost I am a mother...
And with that I have written the 100th blog, finally, and after ages, it seems!