It was a mild morning in Bangalore, overcast and heavy with the perfume of rain when I stepped out for my run. The city was yet to wake. I turned around the corner, and that’s when I saw him. A black shape curled up against a car’s tire. It was Socks, a street dog I […]
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 […]
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 […]
‘If you can spend a perfectly useless afternoon in a perfectly useless manner, you have learnt how to live’ – Lin Yutang Lin Yutang was a Chinese philosopher who knew how to lead the good life. I clearly am not a philosopher, and neither do I seem to be doing great at leading the good life. But there was […]
I have been a bit quiet on the writing front. I sit down to write, and then my mind takes me on a whirlwind that has nothing to do with writing. Or I stare at the blank canvas of Google Docs, and I can’t bid the words to emerge from where they are colliding with […]
Bangalore has been beautiful these last few weeks. At night, I sleep with a light quilt. The evenings and early mornings are edged with misty showers. My ‘walks’ on my terrace, therefore, had become less frequent with the rain. But one evening did draw a blue shade of promise for me, and I ventured up. […]
I have always been a runner. I love the easy rhythm of running, the way our minds can be aware yet lost at the same time. But last year, I fell in love with walking too. I loved the simplicity of it, the quiet condensation of each moment on your mind’s memories, and the calm […]
The more I drink of Time, the more I feel thirsty. Last year, on 9 June, I was wandering in a village in Spain. I was alone, yet I was with others. I was 40 that day, yet I felt I hadn’t been born at all. Last year, I walked and walked on that day. […]