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Raw Rat Ratatouille

I love crows. I love that bird’s tenacity, survival skills, and sheer intelligence. I love the crow’s despicable nature, which is so human. I would happily wear a T-shirt with a crow featured on it. I loved Edgar Allan Poe’s mesmerizing refrain of ‘nevermore’ in The Raven. For months now, I have been trying to

A Day of Ordinary – Paper Cups of Moments

Last evening, it rained heavily in Bangalore. The rain cast sweeping hues of melancholy on my car’s windshield until I stopped and got out of the car, embracing its sweep. Melancholy can serve a twin purpose – it can push you to the darkest corners of your soul, or it can also sweep the darkest

Just A Walk. Just Another Class.

I have a friend who gently, ever so gently, pushes me to explore boundaries I have drawn a border to, decorated, and felt proud of that design. Almost every other day, that friend gives me a ‘challenge.’ No, these are not the “Do 100 Push-Ups” kind. That wouldn’t be a challenge for me, anyway. But

Country Roads Take Me Home

I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. I am sipping black tea with a tinge of sugar (just decoction, as they called it), sitting on the stone bench in front of a small shop selling groceries in a village called Devi Gere. I have just finished my bottle

Reading Chess Story On Church Street

Conversation buzzes around me. The occasional drift of cigarette smoke wafts through the air. Music plays softly in the background. I sip a cup of Italian almond tea brimming with notes of subtle bitterness, while I travel on a ship and watch an engrossing chess match between an eccentric chess champion and a mysterious man

When The Dalai Lama Gets Angry

A few weeks ago, I was contemplating going to Dharamshala for my year-end vacation. I looked at flights and guesthouses to stay in before changing my mind. I changed my mind when I read that the Dalai Lama rarely gives public talks these days.  When I read that the monk has cut down on his

The Art of Wu Wei

I came across the Chinese phrase, “Wu Wei,” in a book I am reading by Emma Seppala called the “The Happiness Track.” Wu Wei is the heart of Taoist philosophy and roughly translated means “the art of doing nothing.” It can be misinterpreted in many ways, but it does not mean sitting idle. It just

Finding An Ant: A Metaphor For Life

As a child, I was fascinated by an ant. I used to be a bit of an introvert, then. I don’t think I have changed much from then, but I have grown to love people, despite my shyness. That time, though, as a child I had a vacant yard next to my house. No one

A Coach Called Life

Yesterday, a friend messaged me saying she was quite upset, annoyed, and was miserable. I responded saying, “I am upset and annoyed, too. With work. With people. With life. Fed up with all of these.” There must have been a shocked silence. Well, as much of a silence as you can gauge on What’s App

The Thing About Weddings

I am not much of a believer in societally sanctioned ways of living together. The thing called love doesn’t much understand itself in a legal contract, but it’s the way we do business. Ooops, I mean relationships. I am always afraid my dislike for institutionalized marriage might come across as a judgement on the sanity