I woke up this morning with the blues in my mind. Not the music, but the blues of stale melancholy and loss. The weather in Bangalore was glorious, though, and I stepped out for a run. The crashing decrescendos of the classical music I was listening to only reflected my mood. I took the same […]
I have had one of the most miserable 9 days. But I woke up today to see a Bangalore drenched by rain, yet shimmering with light, and my heart strangely echoed a joy I couldn’t understand. I sat with a cup of coffee and looked out to the green that I see from my window […]
Can you see the magic in this picture? I went for an easy run today, a gentle recovery run after a strenuous HIIT session yesterday. I ran listening to Thich Nhat Thanh’s podcast ‘The Way Out Is In.’ As I turned the corner to this road, I paused. My mind was not on the run. […]
I listened to music for the first time today. It was a still morning in Bangalore when I woke up – a quiet lull where even the birds seemed a bit tired by this week. I sat at my desk with my coffee, staring at my laptop, a sip here, a mail there, a tab […]
I took my Mom to a local exhibition yesterday—one of those local “arts and crafts” fairs that dot our cities. It was one of the few times she has been outside since her recovery from Covid. My heart was pounding when I parked the car. There were unmasked people everywhere, and the memory of beeping […]
From the time I was 18, I have always been fascinated by the workings of the mind. This mind that we can’t place anywhere in our body, but which controls everything in our lives. All my life, I have keenly felt the mind’s absence and also its presence. I have seen my mind blossom. I […]
I fulfilled a lifelong dream this weekend. I had a cup of steaming Nescafe coffee. As far as dreams go, that may seem ridiculous. But bear with me. There’s a story. A story of hiding our wishes behind the facades of life. A story of ignoring a little voice that tells you it’s ok. What […]
I stepped out yesterday on my own for the first time after Covid. It was unusually humid in Bangalore – the air sticky with the damp of possible rain, but the sun shining through it. As I drove into the Metro parking station, my mind went back to Feb – the last time I had […]
What would I tell my younger self? My friend, AM, and I pondered this question over a weekend. This musing came about because of the soul-soothing newsletter from Viv&Ami from The Wishing Chair, a women-led, self-funded, home decor brand. Their no-sales weekly newsletter, ‘Delights of Distraction,’ is one of the reasons I open my email. […]