It’s been a month in Gurgaon. We have almost settled. And now starts the tiffin conundrum in the mornings. What do I pack for him? What do I give as a snack to my child? The husband rejected the buttermilk the other day. It came back as is. And my child can eat any damn thing in his bus. So, it’s a win-win sometimes. And sometimes, I fail. Can’t seem to get my hands on the exotic dill leaves. So no Tzatziki in the kitchen yet. Also, it’s been two weeks I’m waiting for this mountain resident to send me her jams for the kids. So there’s hope. The food shopping never ends. And amidst all this, I’m terribly low looking at all the rejections from the editors. I don’t know which way to look at. Where do you see hope?