So it’s that time of the year again, the time to take stock and look back. Funnily enough, for a compulsive organizer/list-maker like me, it isn’t coming naturally this time round. Even funnier considering it isn’t just year end but decade end and actually end of the first decade of…
I came to Bangalore over 10 years back. I was falling in love. Not with a person or even a place. I was really, completely, truly committing myself to life. I was 19. I had just weathered a tempestuous adolescence culminating in my dropping out of college. Then I licked…
I was talking to Ajay about attending midnight mass tomorrow. He asked me why I was attending. Here’s why. I grew up in a predominantly Christian area. My neighbors were a family of three very creative daughters. All of December was spent creating paper flowers, eggshell-and-confetti buds, tinsel-and-thermacol cutouts. All…
Not a good time. Not a good mood. December always gets me down. Even though the fabulousness of my life must make me seem like a crank for complaining. It’s too many people, too many expectations, too much to consider and keep track of. They say a man (person) is…
Sometimes I find lessons when I’m dreaming. Sometimes they lead me astray. Just enough to keep me wondering about my dreams. Do you?
For the first time ever,in my conscious memory,none of my dreamsor things that I look forward toin the future with anticipationhave anything to do with a man. Isn’t that something? Even if it did take me three decades to get to it.It was so worth it. 30 is good. —————————————————————————————————–A version…
I received a letter. What I didn’t say changed the conversation she started.
I’ve had a strange relationship with music. I’m musical but not by identity. I remember listening to Winds of change by the Scorpions on my Walkman, lying between bundles of sheets and clothes in a corner bedroom. I remember that I was wearing a pair of corduroys that seemed to…
Self care is like tending to an inner garden.
My school had an interesting way of encouraging children to read. An annual Book Fair was held every year in a couple of the classrooms. After school-hours, parents coming to pick up their kids could buy those books. It was a much anticipated event for me and I’d go and…
