Faith At A Funeral
How do you find the will to go on, as an unbeliever faced with death? I struggled at my grandmother’s funeral.
Finding home & a sense of belonging within shifting identity politics of geography, region, language, politics, ideologies and culture.
How do you find the will to go on, as an unbeliever faced with death? I struggled at my grandmother’s funeral.
I read this post at the Caferati Open Mic at Prithvi the day before yesterday. Coming on the heels of a 2-hour commute, it felt especially apt. 🙂 And the evening ended on a lovely note and I went home.
The danger of hearts is they never come with a ‘Danger Ahead’ sign. When you discover where your love keeps their heart, it’s downhill into a world of pain.
This story of an 80s feminist is always a comfort read. And it brings up a question we’re still grappling with thirty years later.
Serenity is not knowing what tomorrow will bring and still being able to look forward to it.
I gave a talk titled ‘IdeaSmith is not just my name’ at the Godrej India Culture Lab.
An email from out of the blue, reminded of odd feelings I’d forgotten and an end I hadn’t had.
It’s a day for flying solo. For being alone. Vegging out, watching mindless TV and pausing to stare out of the window, unseeing into the unclear outside, fogged, smogged and clogged by rain and outsideness. Or for getting lost in a crowd. The storm in the center of a sea…
I’m feeling the pain of being born. It’s as painful as I’m told death will be.
I was thrown out of the house that I labored to find and turned into a home. There will never be forgiving someone without a heart.