There are many faces to joy. Here’s one of mine: Books. I am not the Bangalorean who roams pubs. I am the Bangalorean who haunts bookshops. We may not have the halo of Kolkata or the sweeping sprawl of Delhi, but we do have our own Street of Books. Church Street, it’s called, so named […]
Staying in what we in India call a ‘gated community’ comes with its share of amusements. As I write this, a group of women in yoga or harem pants are contorting themselves to a yoga teacher’s instructions on the basketball court. I watch from my window, feeling rather like a sheepish peeping Tomini. Further away, […]
Let me tell you a story… Many years ago, at a time when the Maruti 800 was considered THE car to have, when all of Bangalore could be reached in 20 minutes or less, and the idea of ‘breweries’ wasn’t even around, at that time, my family had a house in what is now called […]
Let me tell you a story… I took the afternoon off yesterday to go to the local Tibetan hospital to stock up on my medicines. I was looking forward to the drive, which is not a thing you say in Bangalore. But this hospital has a detached feel from the rest of Bangalore – you […]
Last year, if it were a Sunday, you would have found me running 20 or 30 km. You would have then found me here, telling you about that experience. The crisp morning air, the air beneath my feet, the air in my lungs. Breath like air. Life like air. The feeling that for once, just […]
“And what is more generous than a window?” My workstation is next to a window. When buying this apartment, I paid extra for a room with a view. I didn’t want to live in a space where I see walls everywhere. (Yes, privilege) I sit with two plants in front of me – black ZZ […]
Let me tell you a story… A few years ago, sometime in 2015, I had the worst conflict of my life. I was with one of the best people in my life—my co-founder and the one friend I can trust not to leave. That time, we were angry with each other – the sort of […]
I don’t remember the exact time in my life. That time I first picked up a book. Smelled the pages, inhaled the story, and fell in love. I must have been 5. I have never stopped loving since then. Books have been the companions who I know will never abandon me. I can trust books – waiting patiently for me, accepting my flaws because they judge you not. You […]
Let me tell you a story… I go for a walk every evening. I stay in an apartment surrounded by lush gardens and huge trees—walking here is a delight. I see an assortment of people on my walk. The old couple who always walks hand in hand. Screaming kids. Weary mothers. The fast walker who […]