Can you find the fun in today? Mine was in my run. I didn’t think it would be fun. I woke up late after a restless night. I was worried if I could run with no toenails. I had already lost one toenail and another was dangling on to dear life by the last skin. […]
I had a most interesting morning. A night of vivid dreams, turning impossibilities into presence the way only dreams can. I woke up discombobulated by the dream, feeling tugged by the past. It’s always strange when people not in your life appear like they never left. A temple. My hand in theirs. Narrow roads. Joy, […]
I have never been particularly fond of cats. Dogs, with their utter neediness and hopeless, vulnerable love, have been more my friends. Years ago, almost two decades ago, I was nicknamed the ‘Cat’ at university. I am not sure why, but I think it had something to do with my inherent sarcasm and laziness – […]
Last weekend, I was sitting by a beach in coastal Karnataka. I had a week of beach-time ahead of me. Or so I thought. The sun settled into a weak haze, overpowered by a full moon that rose angrily to the sky. The next morning, as I was well into my Sunday long run, my […]
When a picture tells nothing… This is a picture of me with the founder of Reebok, Joe Foster. If I were wise and in my early 20s, masquerading as a freelance writer with a dreamy number of followers on LinkedIn, I might make this the main story. But since I am neither wise nor a […]
“I wish I could show you, when you are lonely or in darkness, the astonishing light of your own being” — Hafez (via Deeyah Khan) And Bangalore decided to show me today. I ran to the tunes of this unexpectedly foggy morning today. Coconut trees wrapped in dew. Skies shrouded in a pale light. It […]
This is not my regular post. I have had a strangely suffocating week. It wasn’t just the weather. This week marked a year of living with long Covid. A week that came on the back of strange encounters with writers, friends, and family. It was a week that came with the usual client shenanigans: Ghosting […]
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 […]
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. […]