After much deliberation, she decided which of the fancy paper clips I should have, and which she will keep for herself. So I got the snail, tortoise, airplane and duck, and my niece gave herself four other somethings. Seeing the snail and the tortoise sitting beside each other, this question popped up in my head.… Continue reading The Snail and The Tortoise
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Ripe Tomatoes And The Mind
Make me a tomato not potato — that, I may ripen. Bulging with such juicy juice. This world is mean. It will bite, into you if you are a juicy fruit. Potato is a much safer proposition. I shall ripen in the mind. Juicy bodies people bite into like barbarians. I shall ripen in the… Continue reading Ripe Tomatoes And The Mind
How Tagore Bought Me Free Lunch In The Nilgiris
Just like Allahabad is the point of confluence of three rivers, (Ganga, Yamuna, and the chronically shy Saraswati), a small town in the Nilgiri mountain range is a confluence of three South Indian languages: Tamil, Malayalam, and Kannada. This town, though officially in Tamil Nadu, is right at the border of both Kerala and Karnataka.… Continue reading How Tagore Bought Me Free Lunch In The Nilgiris
A Morning In The Nilgiris
Here I am right at the edge of Mudumalai forest in the Gudalur Cosmopolitan Club infused with new energy and hope, recharged by the utterly pristine cool air, tweets of real birds, and abundant greenery. My hand is moving so smoothly and easily on paper, like it had never become sluggish and weak. My phone… Continue reading A Morning In The Nilgiris
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A Letter To My Boss
Give to me a steady stream Give to me your words I pray Take me to a place of joy Tell me what you have to say. So we rest, all three of us You and me and readers too In a place of fulfillment Give your words a-ringing true. Sing your song, take me… Continue reading A Letter To My Boss
Raavan wasn’t interested in Sita – not in the slightest
It was a personal duel between me and my teacher. She did not view it as such. My high-school teacher most probably was not even thinking of me. She was just doing her job, setting a Physics paper for the final exams. I stayed up the whole night studying, preparing. Not out of tension, not… Continue reading Raavan wasn’t interested in Sita – not in the slightest
A Letter To Separation
Dear Separation, you have filled my heart with a glow, a subtle saffron sliver on my tongue… How might it be if he were here? I do not know. Dear Separation, I swim in you. A moment fresh as lime, then — a teal damp peaceful pain… How might it be if he were here?… Continue reading A Letter To Separation
I did not pray for your good health
When a loved one is unwell and far away, and we are clueless of what he/she is going through, unable to be of any help – I did not pray For your good health, I prayed that I experience What you’re going through. Just so I know. Just so that I can Be with you.… Continue reading I did not pray for your good health
Thank you Albert
I finished reading Writing As A Path To Awakening by Albert Flynn DeSilver yesterday night. Even while reading it I had felt driven to contact the author and thank him – and so I did. He requested me to post a review on Amazon. So I sat down today morning to keep my word. This… Continue reading Thank you Albert