Day 2- The Needle and other inanities.

I'm often accused of verbosity. Of using thirty words when seven would suffice. Mea Culpa. But pray tell me, if a resource were infinite;  is there need to practice restraint. What has austerity of words ever accomplished. Silence can be a powerful weapon. And like any warrior of words, I know when to wield it.... Continue Reading →

Bengaluru 27.03.2020- Day 1

I cannot for the life of me remember the last time I sat at home for two straight days. "Sat at home" meaning not stepping out of the door. Not even after the birth of my children , did I do such a blasphemous thing (cue for all Indian aunties to raise their brows in... Continue Reading →

There is no other life but this.

"You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look toward another land. There is no other land; there is no other life but this." -Henry David Thoreau These are peculiar times. We thought we were better, more advanced.... Continue Reading →

At the close, of another one.

The days are mostly long, but the weeks, months and years are astoundingly short. The little ones ain't so little anymore. Is that a proper wrinkle I see? The greys hairs are in greater attendance. Insurance companies put you in the next bracket. Involuntarily, I clutch harder at the grains of time, and all I'm... Continue Reading →

Unpublished

Saved 5 years ago 'Getting a driving licence in Qatar' and other such mundane matters. I receive a whatsapp message this morning. The generic, forward kind. The kind you get from a chronic offender of the inpardonable sin of sending unamusing, irrelevant, inane forwarded messages that no one reads. This one read.. Virtually nothing is... Continue Reading →

A confession and a comeback.

Let me get things going with a confession- I have been writing elsewhere and this blog has been wilfully neglected. Repatriation has re- instilled the need for privacy and stealth. I now prefer to pen my thoughts under the cloak of internet obscurity. The paranoia was bestirred by patients looking me up; and was further... Continue Reading →

Mere mortals

I often think of mortality. Mine and of others. Death is to me, the most fascinating. If I were a more curious woman, I would spend my life researching death. The faithful tell me that it is the lack of faith in me that fuels my enchantment with human exit. Is it though? Does the... Continue Reading →

Hubris and surgery

Laying yourself on a table. In the barest of garbs. Under the harshest lights, that which reveals every wrinkle, freckle and mole. With half a dozen cloaked and masked strangers milling about, partially disrobing you while sticking and prodding. A hand which politely smothers you with oxygen, no less. It is hard to fathom the... Continue Reading →

The Obsessed.

“Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.” ― Franz Kafka The problem with mercilessly following our intense obsessions is the relationships that we leave on the wayside. The fun- times that we discard at... Continue Reading →

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