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3 AM, Empty Roads, and Other Emotional Ambushes
We dropped our daughter off at the airport at a thoroughly unreasonable hour of 3 AM. Who decided that international flights should leave when only insomniacs, owls, and airport staff are awake? Crossing time zones already does enough violence to the human body. Why begin the ordeal by making people wake up before yesterday has… Continue reading
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I am fine
That may be the most important thing to say at the outset. It’s been some time since I posted here. Long enough that I’d forgotten the password to this site, in fact. Getting back in involved a series of increasingly desperate maneuvers and digital calisthenics involving recovering defunct email id that was originally used to… Continue reading
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Time and tide…
I have a schoolmate I reconnected with a couple of years ago. We weren’t close friends back then, but over time, we began communicating quite a bit. My friend’s mother, too, became a constant presence of warmth and kindness in my life. She would bless me every time we spoke, wish my family on every… Continue reading
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Wings, Golu, and the Awaiting Flu
It’s been quiet here for a while, hasn’t it? That’s because life outside the blog has been really loud — in a mostly good way. The hatchling flew the coop, and oh my, the sheer amount of paperwork involved could make a bureaucrat weep. I ran on pure adrenaline for weeks — sorting documents, managing finances, and trying to… Continue reading
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Unlearning
I used to have many, many stupid notions. Until maybe three or four years ago, I carried around a big bag of unexamined beliefs that shaped everything I did. Some of them were planted early—courtesy of a conservative upbringing—but most were simple arrogance – there I said it. Back in grad school, I went on… Continue reading
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Living the Gita – Vidhya
I have a friend—Vidhya. We went to the same school. We weren’t best friends in the classic sense, but we liked each other. She was the calm, sincere, quietly cheerful one. I was… well, loud. Competitive. Always up for a challenge, bouncing off the walls with energy (hard to believe now, I know). We were… Continue reading
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A full stomach, a heavy heart
I’ve never been one for things. Yes, I need stuff. I buy what I need. But I’ve never been drawn to impulse buys or shiny new brands. I don’t window shop, I don’t make wishlists, I don’t drool over things I won’t use. I stick to what works—Nalli for fabric, Shanthis for readymades, Bata for… Continue reading
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Walking maps and wandering wombs
One of the great (read: totally annoying) gifts of surviving cancer is this highly sensitive, overactive internal health radar that just never shuts up. It’s like living with an extremely creative hypochondriac in your head. Every itch? Suspicious. Every twitch? Definitely sinister. Every random body noise? Cue the theme music from Jaws. So a few weeks ago, I… Continue reading
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The Eternal Dance
Oh Krishna, I search, I cannot see,Your voice is drowned by the storm in me. My dear, I am the storm, the might,And I am the path that leads to light. Oh Krishna, why then, when I am torn,Do I feel lost, so bruised and worn? My dear, you feel what stands apart,I dwell within… Continue reading
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The Ocean Within
The Ocean Within Krishna dark, vast as the sea,A boundless ocean, wild yet free.Waves that dance, a playful guise,A mystery hidden from my eyes. He laughs in ripples, shimmering bright,Games that glimmer in silver light.Yet beneath the surface wide,Stillness waits, where truths abide. My mind is an endless tide,Waves that crash, fears that chide.But far… Continue reading
The Burping Bullfrog 