Summarizing 2017: In 2017, I didn’t choose a word/ phrase/ thought for the year as I had done every year since 2012. There is no reason for not doing it. It just didn’t happen. Strangely enough, I didn’t stress about it which was very out of character for me. I usually fuss and get displeased with myself if I don’t… Read more »
People who rise early must also be abed early if they don’t want to stumble around half asleep all the time.
Lack of inner certainly fosters imbalance and instability. With a constantly shifting core, your perceptions become random and inconsistent- and that upsets you further.
It was a Happy Morning this Sunday. The day started with a spectacular sunrise. Rushing to the terrace, camera at the ready, I pointed and shot continuously for nearly ten minutes. I captured the view, but what of the many other things that lent color and flavor to those moments and made the sunrise so spectacular? I wish I could… Read more »
Dear Mrs A., Hello! How have you been? Good I hope? I suppose you are surprised to receive my letter today. I mean, who writes letters nowadays? I could as easily have picked up the phone to talk to you instead. Communication was never as easy (AND affordable) as it is now. But I didn’t want to say all this… Read more »
For the umpteenth time, Arusha’s stomach rumbled. She was running too late to eat breakfast in the morning. Once she reached office, she had been sucked into a whirlwind of fire- fights. She hadn’t even noticed lunch time come and go. It was almost five in the evening now. With the first slack in her mad rush since morning,… Read more »
I don’t know why I have come into the garden today. Everyday when I return from training, I go straight upstairs. Today, I didn’t. Instead of turning right from the gate towards the stairs, I turn left into the garden. I take off my sandals and walk barefoot in the cool, moist grass. The garden lies in the shadow after… Read more »
I remember Shalini as if it was yesterday. I was in my first job, a systems trainer. She was my student, the kind who asks endless questions. I remember the looks of exasperation on the faces of the other students each time Shalini shot to her feet. Not that she noticed, or could have given a damn if she had…. Read more »
Praful banged the door shut violently. The frame trembled, the glass in the window next to the door shivered with a tinkle of alarm. Unheeding, he ran down the steps and did not stop until he reached the bus stop. He did not want to go anywhere. His was using the bus stop as a refuge; it gave him an… Read more »
It has been a few years since I read Herman Hesse’s Siddhartha. I read it in quick succession a few times in the beginning… and a few times hence. But I hadn’t picked it up in the last three years. When I picked it up yesterday again, It felt soothingly familiar. It has refreshed and rejuvenated me. The first significant… Read more »