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 →

Inertia.

Lately, I have been thinking that I am stuck. Stuck in a rut. On a hamster wheel that obviously isn't going anywhere. It's odd though. If you asked me three years ago, where I'd like to be three years on- the current state of affairs would seem to be a great place to be in.... Continue Reading →

The fabulousness of an imperfect life.

There are possibly only three constants in life- boredom, change and death. Death is of course irreversible and inevitable and we shall talk no more of it, at this present juncture. We shall let death lie in wait, for another day. Boredom and change are inseparable bedfellows. One cannot be without the other, and one... Continue Reading →

Rotten days.

It was a rotten, rotten day today. It is the weekend. I woke up grumpy, for no particular reason. And by mid-day I was utterly pissed at myself for being pissed. I was angry because I was grouchy and me being angry at myself made me more grumpy and well, it's a viscous cycle. I... Continue Reading →

Tomorrow.

See you tomorrow. Be there tomorrow, for sure. Ahh! lets just fix it tomorrow. Will sort it over tomorrow. Tomorrow. Tomorrow. We take it for granted. We use the word ever so casually. Nonchalantly. But our tomorrows are so fragile, so unreliable. There one moment and gone the next. Whoosh! Wiped off. Demolished. Disappeared from the... Continue Reading →

Ideal husbands.

Marriage is incredibly hard. We were told to look for tall, dark, rich, intelligent and handsome. Now fast approaching my thirties, and seven years into marriage, I know for sure that I was told wrong. The media is wrong, the fairy tales are full of bull-crap, the movies are absurd, the perfect man/ husband/wife/ woman... Continue Reading →

The world is my oyster.

Why, then the world's mine oyster. Which I with sword will open. William Shakespeare The Merry Wives Of Windsor Act 2, scene 2, 2–5 Women seem to be perpetually swamped. With words, thoughts, wishes, wants, desires, chores, work... For long, I believed this to be an unique and peculiar endowment of mine. The gift of multitasking. I'm... Continue Reading →

Chasing the sun!

At the crack of dawn, The Mister and I sneaked out of bed. Like an elite, enemy reconnaissance and rescue team, we made no sound and went about the motions in nigh darkness with trained precision. The Little One was to be left behind, and we were to leave without her knowledge. The poor thing would... Continue Reading →

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