Category: prose
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Gifts 2018 Brought To Me
Relaxed and grateful — that is a good state of mind to be in, at any time and at the end of the year. This year brought in several gifts for me. Gifts in the Kaavyaalaya Package To be more specific, Kaavyaalaya Kutumb. To be even more specific, the Anaamee Utsav at Kaavyaalaya Kutumb in…
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Me and A Cab Driver
I had booked the Ola using Ola Postpaid. So no cash was due. I only had a Rs. 20 note in my purse. I handed it to him…
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Fiction: From The Hospital To My Garden
I am sitting on the hospital bed. It is a small room, almost triangular. Clean and in its decor, sterile. It is a boring, functional room but being here has helped me relax…
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A River Within and Without
What I experienced on the river was of course soothing and exhilarating at the same time, but what I experienced on the ride back in the van – that was utterly sublime. That in-the-van experience makes that trip so memorable, so precious.
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A Beautiful Mind – Not A Book Review
Last week I finished reading A Beautiful Mind. It is a biography of John Nash written by Sylvia Nasar. John Nash was a mathematician who made fundamental contributions to several fields of mathematics. His work in game theory has had a tremendous impact in economics. He was awarded the Nobel Prize in Economics in 1994.…
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To The River And The Mountains
We are immersed deep into the quiet now — the quiet of the gurgling river and the humming crickets of the night, the moonlight dancing peacefully as silver varak on the water as it navigates the rocks and pebbles, the mountains rising high in the backdrop, black in the night, but not pitch black.
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The Joy Of Work Well-done
A piece of work well-done, boulders and roadblocks broken down (technical roadblocks, in my case), is reason for much joy. If I was working from home I would have stepped out of my room and gone and hugged mom. Since I am working from a co-working space right now, this post is the alternative. But…
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Fiction continued: The Wise Wild Woman
As the morning opened into its full light, she saw a mud hut with colourful paintings on its walls. A short wooden pole had a wooden board nailed to it, which said in rough carving – “Wise Wild Woman”. A gentle voice was singing inside to the strumming of a string instrument. She bent down…
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Fiction continued: Seeking A Wise Wild Woman
The days were getting warmer. Three weeks had passed, she hadn’t gone to office. Her backyard had burst into purple flowers, and she would spend hours sitting at her backdoor …
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Fiction continued: Something Stirred Inside Her
This is in continuation from the post: Like The Sky Itself This is part of a fiction series that is unfolding. All episodes in order so far: Shimmering Blue Water The Grasslands Bristled Like The Sky Itself Everything was not hunky-dory. This raw energy whizzing around in her head made her nervous. “What did it…