The water of indifferencewears away eventhe ragged cliffs of pain ~O~O~O~O~ Walls crumbleI watch the dust flyEven my anger cannot defy time ~O~O~O~O~ Pain was powerto create new life, afterThe bigger magic is that even that ends
It occurs to me that I’m in the final stages of recuperation. Or rather, I’m like someone who was ill for a very long time without knowing it, then hospitalised, recovered, had a relapse and is now watching the last of the scabs fall off, the scars fade away. Melodramatic,…
I made a gameplan for my life at 17. Nothing went according to that plan. Most of all, I didn’t even think to wish for some of the bounty.
I found my first grey hair last month. I started screaming. I don’t know what surprised me more, the grey hair or my reaction to it. I always thought I’d age gracefully. I always imagined that I wasn’t vain. I guess I had also assumed that I would be doing…
Rambler raises an interesting question in the comments. I have been pondering this. You know its interesting at the brink of relationship, twenty somethings like me, really have this question. Men have always been known to not trust women, and women on the other hand trust men, but in this…
Reading Jhumpa Lahiri’s ‘The Namesake’ and watching the film based on it, made me reflect on trust – how each generation perceives it in their relationships.
I’ve just returned from an old-fashioned family vacation at the ‘native place’, complete with grand-parents, cousins and mangoes. It was nice to not have to be a boss, a sparkling wit, a responsible citizen, a busy commuter or any of those multitudinous other roles I seem to keep juggling. On…
I’m back from my week-long break and I’ll write a more detailed post in due course of time. It’s been a week full of experiences (traveling to another place always is, isn’t it?). I still have to sort out my thoughts, shake the sand out of my shoes (yes, there…
A few thoughts on alcohol… Don’t drink and drive!! Yes, I really do believe that! I don’t endorse rich brats mowing down pavement dwellers in their inebriation. Okay, public service message done, I’ll proceed with my more mundane thoughts on inebriation. Every drink is unique as is every experience of…
Alcohol is like a man. In its many variations, delightful or otherwise, it mirrors the vagaries of my favorite vice. Here’s how. Breezer – This is the boy you grew up with, the one who sat next to you in fourth grade and helped you with your homework. You don’t…