In a year of miserable downers, here’s something to rejoice over. So many stories. So many writers sharing the shards of their lives. Slivers that bled. Scars that never healed. Bruises colored purple. And through it all, showing through the act of writing their story that the shards, slivers, scars, and bruises aren’t what define […]
One thing you may not know about me is that I once co-authored a book published by an independent Australian publisher. That book, Worlds Apart, wasn’t a book I set out to write. It was a series of letters that I sent to a German friend I had never met. I came across her blog […]
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 […]