I have been away from this blog for a while. A combination of extra-heavy-duty writing at work, a malfunctioning laptop, and an inability to form words resulted in a bare blog. I came several times intending to write something, and went back thinking I have nothing to say. If you are in India, you would […]
Today morning, I was working out on the roof of my parents’ house. From the corner of my eye, I noticed that my old friends, the mynas, were back. The neighbor has blocked the chimney to prevent them from nesting, yet there they were, squawking around. I stopped my workout to observe them for a […]
I was rummaging through my wardrobe shelves, looking for a charger for my phone, when I found a bunch of old photo albums. I randomly opened one of them, and I smiled as the first photo stared back at me. There I was. Back in 2002, teaching English in an international school in Bangalore with […]
I usually juggle my days between my apartment and my parents’ home in Bangalore. There’s no fixed schedule to this juggling, unlike before the pandemic when I visited my parents only on the weekends. But no matter where I am, I step out in the evening when the heavy weight of the day has settled. […]
It is a typically mild Bangalore morning when I step out for my run. I have been dawdling a bit since I woke up, and I am impatient to ‘get on’ with the day. What this getting on means, I really don’t know. But there’s always somewhere else that I want to be. Something else […]
Regrets are not final. They are redeemable coupons, urging us to look for the good in our self and others. I was in Chennai in November last year. It was a typically hot and humid day when I came across this small outlet tucked away near a corner just behind Besant Nagar’s beach. “Madras Coffee […]
My mother turns 80 today. One of the blessings of this pandemic is that it has brought us closer to what really matters in life. For most of the last decade, I have been living away from my parents – with someone or by myself. Work initiated the move. And then, independence necessitated it further. […]
I traveled to Chennai last month. There, I met a person whom I have written about previously on this blog. Years ago, this friend, who I still believe I have a magical connection with, chose to accept her boyfriend’s demand to not be friends with me. It wasn’t a meeting that the person wanted. It […]
Whenever I fill up an application form, I am asked about my religion. Officially, I am a Hindu. But at heart, I am a Buddhist. I have been fascinated with Buddhism for the last two decades – not just because the Buddha was an atheist – but because it works so much with death. I […]