To aid your fickle memory, it is time to get yourself a jotting pad. Your memory is not really a dependable asset. It forgets things which are vitally important and refuses to let go of things you’d rather it did not store for posterity. But no, it WILL do the opposite both times! Touch has a memory. ~ John Keats… Read more »
It was World Environment Day on 5th June. The day came and went without too much fanfare. Some token tree plantations, lots of photo-ops, the same hackneyed speeches and that was that. You more or less waved the day a desultory adieu, happy to throw the faint tinge of guilt off and pack it up to be donned again next… Read more »
I don’t remember much of the 1971 movie, Do Boond Paani. Every so often though, I am reminded of one of its songs. I play it on a loop a few times and let the lilting music soothe me. While the song plays, without being conscious of it, I absorb something more from the video- something too subtle to put into… Read more »
I bought a book* around fifteen years ago. For some reason I can no longer remember, I did not read the book for almost three years after I got it. There it sat, gathering dust, while I struggled trying to find a foothold in the dense fog. All the while, if I had but read the book, I might have… Read more »
A light bulb goes click in your head and your perceptions alter. That’s all the time it takes, usually. The vista is awash with brilliant light. The space is familiar to you; you know it well, have visited it often. Yet, for the first time, because of the illumination, you see things there that you had never seen before. And… Read more »
How many groups are you a part of on Whatsapp? You know how it goes, don’t you? There are umpteen groups you are a part of. Since there are a finite number of people you know, some people are with you on more than one group. You can hardly quibble about that for you are right with them in all… Read more »
The day draws to a quiet close with all the perfection of a well-played concerto. It is late afternoon. The winter sun filters through the foliage of the trees that hug my home and creates dappling, moving shadows on the floor. My eyes return repeatedly to the brilliant green-gold of the view outside as I sit surfing through the… Read more »
What does it mean, overthinking? Is it even a ‘proper’ word?
Reliving the first taste of unfettered exuberance!
When I say “RED” and you hear “BLUE”…