Thoughts
-
The script of the night (and day) shift
I have always been a dreamer, though my dreams have mostly been administrative emergencies. I’m unprepared for an exam. I’m late for something. I’m naked. Sometimes I’m naked and unprepared, or naked and late. On particularly ambitious nights, I manage all three. There are recurring locations, too: a large building where every floor opens into… Continue reading
-
Someone something
This past week, I have been going out on an errand at 6.15 every morning. This is a big thing for me because I am not a morning person. People who know me might argue that I am not a night person either, nor a midday person. In fact, I am not a person at… Continue reading
-
Is one of them really me?
AI-generated image Yesterday, I read a few pages of a book — The courage to be disliked — which is based on Adlerian philosophy. I have not progressed enough in the book to form an opinion, yet. From what little I read, some aspects I agree with, e.g., it is possible to change one’s behaviour… Continue reading
-
Saree and Me
There were a couple of decades in my past where I wore the saree quite often. First during my college days, when I inherited a cupboard full of lovely sarees from my mom. Then, after I was married, because, well it seemed about right. Besides I think I look quite decent in a saree..both the… Continue reading
-
Temple, Thaer and Temporary Detox
Last week was the annual temple festival in a suburb of my city—the one where my grandfather’s house once stood. It used to be our frequent haunt, a second home of sorts. For the uninitiated, a temple fete here means the deity is taken out in a grand procession around the four surrounding streets—each day… Continue reading
-
My own Path
In life, I know not words so wise,That saints and sages memorise.Their chants and verses, deep and old,Are tales I’ve heard but never told. Unbound by another’s song,And borrowed truths don’t belong.I only crave to call You mine,To feel Your presence, pure, divine. Am I indolent, lost in ease?Too quick to doubt, too hard to… Continue reading
-
Stomach and the Limbic System*
I’m not a nostalgic person. I don’t sit around thinking my past was all sunshine and roses while the present is going to pot. Yes, the present is certainly going to pot, as has the present at all times, but that has had (usually) no bearing on how rosy the past was. The reason for… Continue reading
-
Pack. Pray. Proceed. – Part 3: The People
People are my favourite part of any journey. Not my people (ahem!), but other people. Unknown people. People at railway stations and in trains and in roadside tea shops. People in faraway kitchens lit up at dusk. People who talk to you uninvited and tell you their life stories. Those people. That’s why I love train travel. People-watching on… Continue reading
-
Goldilocks Dreams
I wish the weather would not be hot,Nor freeze me stiff right on the spot.A sunny breeze with skies so bright—Not too much, please—just just right. I wish my bath would not scald skin,Nor leave me shivering, blue and thin.I want a shower that feels like light—Warm and cozy, yes—just right. I wish my food… Continue reading
-
Course correction
I am a strong fan of course-correction in life. Meaning, I am constantly looking at ways to become better. Part of it comes from the sense of inferiority complex I have always had. I look up to people who believe they are perfect the way they are, because that is something I can never believe… Continue reading
