Office Space: A Different Home
I spend most of my waking day at work. It is my home and the holder of my identity. How can the space not be important?
Finding home & a sense of belonging within shifting identity politics of geography, region, language, politics, ideologies and culture.
I spend most of my waking day at work. It is my home and the holder of my identity. How can the space not be important?
When I was a kid, the apartment two floors above us was occupied by two ladies. They were both teachers. One of them was tall and stern-looking. The other one was short, roly-poly and generally jovial as you would expect someone of such a build to be. Both of them…
I keep getting asked why I want commitment if it’s such a terrible thing. My reasons may not be all deeply soulful or romantic or even honorable.
I wake up remembering that it is the last day of the year – and with rueful reluctance – a birthday. For a chilling moment, comes my horoscope for the day, Someone you used to have strong feelings for comes back into your life today, either in the real world…
She perfects her face. She polishes her demeanor. There is a matte finish over her entire being. – A poem on the sheen finish of our lives.
Motherhood. Have you thought about it? I have.
Lunch at the cafe, alone. At long last. My thoughts and I dine together. I’m Jill and I want lunch. The host wants me to sit in any one of the dingy corners and ignore the brighter, roomier booths in the centre. I make a wry face so he concedes…
Being a nice girl comes with much social currency. But is being nice really that strong a moral virtue? I think not. And here’s why.
An appointment on my calendar had me venturing out of the busy suburbs and into the quieter heartland of what is otherwise town. Matunga was an adventure.
Good morning, my lovely readers! I was almost tempted to say ‘ my garam-samosas’ and then I realised I was just carrying the Honey-from-HT Cafe hangover too far. 😀 I had the most brilliant day yesterday! The morning rain ruined the grand plans of the day for me….grrr, if I…