Category: Everyday

Tears of Mind

I am clearly not normal. There are tears in the fabric of my mind. Great rotting holes in my thoughts. Sample this: I step out from office reasonably ok. I have had a pretty good day at work. I have been feeling quite happy. I am calm. I step out. Joby makes a remark about

Rage I care not

I turned here to write. But it seems I can’t do much of it. I am asked why do I rage? Well – give me a reason not to? Yes lots. But then my life is not about reason. It is not about logic – it is not about finding happiness but living it. I

Pipe Dreams

Oh! My left eye is fluttering! My mother always tells me that if the left eye flutters, it is a sign of good luck. Or was it the right eye? Grin. Today is a holiday in India. Gandhi Jayanthi. Today was also the day of a cricket match between India and Australia. I just finished


Ah, I have spent the last two weeks (has it been that long since I wrote here?) being ill. I have been afflicted with a strange bug that doctors have taken two tests to find out and now still require another third one before they find out what it is. So I wait. And now,

Pebbles and Charms

Mild sun. Low clouds. But no rain. The rains have stayed away today. Just a mild shower yesterday – promised to be a precursor to a mammoth storm but now again, as I write this, it’s raining again. But it’s been a good weekend so far – a little reading – right now I am

A Harrowing Journey

It’s been a long long week or so it seems. The last entry here was on Saturday and I never thought it will take me another week to post another. It’s been a week of rain here in Bangalore. Rain rain rain…washing through the days, a welcome cleanser of the soul but here in this


Saturday morning here. The sun is out –initially almost as if he was hesitating –a dash of blue skies and a riot of grey before he made up his mind. And now, it is a blaze of heat, warmth and all that is glorious in the world. I got up at 7:15AM because there was

Leaf Dust

Where have all the days gone? The minutes that imprint themselves into the vacant spaces of our days? So much has happened the past few weeks…I feel like I have traversed into time —into the past pages of our lives, journeyed into the future in the promised pages of our lives and somehow forgot the

Can writing right the right?

It’s been a weird day for me today. Woke up feeling cranky – don’t remember the dream I had -then had to change my plans for a movie in order to go with my Dad for the ring he wanted to gift me. It didn’t help my crankiness. Breakfast was supposed to be dosa but

Where the Skies Have No Horizons

I was not at home on Saturday and Sunday. I was staying over Birdie’s house. My supposed meeting with that publisher didn’t happen as I thought it might on Sunday. He stays in another city in Kerala – he could not come on Sunday and will be coming tomorrow. I hope to meet him tomorrow