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Pack. Pray. Proceed. – Part 2: The Destination 1
Sometimes you arrive at a place, look around, and realise you’re in the middle of something ancient and sacred and politically complicated — and you don’t know where to begin. Melkote is one of those towns where mythology, history, religion, and the occasional politics all blend together like a giant bowl of temple puliyodarai (which,… Continue reading
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Pack. Pray. Proceed. – Part 1: The Travel
I’m not a road-trip person. Never have been. My childhood memories of travel are inextricably tied to motion sickness and trauma — specifically, the annual pilgrimage to Tirupathi. For reasons unknown to science, we always made the journey on a bus that had windows wide open, which, in hindsight, was a blessing for the weak-bellied… Continue reading
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Pack. Pray. Proceed. – A Vacation in Five Acts
As a family, we took a much-needed vacation last week. I say much-needed not in the casual, Instagram-caption way, but in the very real, very alarming sense that my smartwatch had been screaming “120 bpm” at me for days, even when I was just sitting down doing nothing more strenuous than staring blankly at my computer. I… Continue reading
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Sweat, Rage and Castor Oil
Every year I claim that summer is worse than the last. If that were actually true, by now it would be 1900 degrees Celsius and we’d all be walking around in heat-resistant armour made of silicon diboride, like we’re extras in a sci-fi apocalypse movie. Holy crap, it’s hot. The humidity is at a gazillion… 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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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
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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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Resurfacing
It’s been hectic few months both on the work and personal fronts. I am largely ok. Will write in greater detail in a bit, but for today, Happy Sriramanavami to those that celebrate. Many I shared my today’s rangoli with didn’t get the symbolism, I think. For the uninitiated, SRiramanavami is the birth day of… 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
