It wasn’t yet dinnertime. They usually had dinner at around 9PM, late by her standards, early by his. Today, the noise from the construction work outside was reverberating in her mind. Itt was 6PM and weren’t those workers supposed to go home? She stepped out, mug of hot Rooiboos tea in her hand. The lake
There is a beautiful path where I go running. It’s really kind of into the woods. Running is both frustrating and exhilarating. It’s sad that the exhilaration comes only when you are done with the frustration. The more I work, I more I realize how futile it really is. Somehow, the concept of putting people
A few months ago, while walking down a street in Shivajinagar, Bangalore, I came across these interesting pictures. Presumably they are efforts from the local government to add some spice and culture to Bangalore’s faded and oft-peed-on walls. I couldn’t help but laugh at this one though. Two women on the chopping block, anyone?
Life at the PG has been busy of late. I don’t get to blog as often as I would like because the internet doesn’t work half the time. And when it does, the speed is so slow that I suffer from slowitis just waiting for the page to load. There are now a few girls
I started this post with too many images in my head. None of which wanted to form themselves into words on the screen. Life here in the PG has been eventful, as always. In the morning, just a little after 7, when I am exercising, there is the alarming sound of someone trying to force
I had been seeing this restaurant in a few places. From as far as Whitefield to as close as Malleshwaram. I hadn’t really thought of going there even though I have been known to, on occasion, like Tex-Mex food. I do like Taco Bell! On Tuesday, I needed to visit my favorite hairstylist, Yogesh, who
I love spicy food. Amend. I love food. And I also love spicy food. I came to the PG today, and made myself noodles in a cup with the caretaker’s wife being kind enough to give me hot water. Apart from me, there seem to be 2 other girls who occupy this PG. The rest
I have realized that people LOVE lists. We love to figure out the top ways to do something. I am not sure why, but I think we like to remind ourselves that we can count. Somewhere in the dead corners of our minds, we feel proud if we can cross off ‘lists’ and to-do things
Once in a while, Soul Muser will stop musing about the general lassitude of life, and instead focus on the one other thing that also moves her greatly: food. Last year, I struggled with food. A combination of a stressful work environment and some weird unexplained stomach problems led to one of the saddest situations.
Have you ever slept on a bed with the plastic sheets still covering the mattress? Now, I can cross that off my bucket list. Here’s what the bed is like. I think I am a 4-foot pixie, but I look gargantuan for the size of this bed. Anyone who is a little over 5-feet might