Happy Deepavali
Happy Deepavali. It is that time of the year to celebrate colour. The colour in our lives. The →
Moments
‘There is a boy in my class Appa’, she said. The other night. After we had switched off lights and indulged in some conversation. It was one of those moments. The mild twirl of the fan and the myriad ways it was distorting the otherwise plain ceiling was our only witness. Her words twisted me →
Clouded Views
Drives across the vast freeways of the USA can get you present to ‘size’ in a special way. The cars are large. The roads are wide. The billboards are wider. And if you stop for a bite, the portions can serve you for a lifetime. Or two. But there is another reason that I like →
Picking on memory
Books have a way of growing on you. Sometimes when you read an old book again, you see new things. It is but obvious that the book is the same but you are new. Some books evoke memories like most others don’t far they embed themselves deep into the mind. Here is one: The Adventures of →
You Are Enough
Occasionally, there is one message that surfaces on Whatsapp that staves off the deletion of the app from →
Staying Grounded
Holy shrines seek a ‘cleanliness’, often beginning with asking you walk in barefoot. To me, it is a poke to go light. To experience the stone and the rough surface pick supple feet. It is about staying grounded. That is the best way of staying clean! Staying grounded involves being aware of realities as they →
The cost of victory. #SandpaperGate
Everything comes at a cost. Including victory. Sometimes the cost of ‘victory at all costs’ is so mind-boggling that victory loses meaning. Today Australia (and the rest of the world) woke up to ‘ #SandpaperGate ‘. Just the other day, I was wondering about the ‘cost of victory’. On that ‘other day’, I landed up →
Annual Sunset
It’s the same Sun that will pop out of the east tomorrow morning. Yet, today’s sunset helps us keep score that one more year has melted. It’s the 31st of December. And this is the ‘Annual Sunset’! Sunsets are amongst the most enticing of reminders that one more block of time is gone for good. The annual →
Peddling In Memories
2017 hurtles to a close. Well, the year is going at the pace at which every year has gone by. A clutch of stuff that got done while a heap that stays in the ‘to be done’ mode make it ‘hurtle’. Green pastures, unspoken aspirations, dormant desires, dry deserts, severe floods dot my year. Peddling in memories is an acceptable indulgence →
A Riot Of Colour
A riot of colour and a rich fodder for thought! She is in a sparkling pink and I →
Of Borders and lines
For a trickle of Korean Won, we could peer through fixed telescopes and look into North Korea. To →
I went to Korea
Travel opens eyes in ways that alarms that go off early mornings can’t figure how. In its range of new stimuli, there is more than ‘attention’ that you give up. You give a piece of yourself for unknown to you, a piece of yourself shifts. Or so it does for me. Bill Bryson says it like none →
Tape Recorder times
Our world of toys has a new energy and long hours: Lego bricks. What they transform to from being an empty assortment of grooves, protrusions, wires and protrusions is beyond fantastic. There is a logical reason for this new found passion. But that for another time. For now, recounting an evening with the little miss. →
Roller Skates memories
She has got wheels to her feet now. She is learning to move forward with them. Roller Skates →