J for Joy

To me, joy isn’t anything alone. In fact, joy is a mash up of so many more parcels; many more Js. One of ‘em is Jingle Bells. And this one's right around the corner. And this one reminds me, each year, how joy multiplies by leaving a gift under a tree. (I’m not Christian, and... Continue Reading →

I for Ira

Ira woke up groggy eyed and smiled remembering their little game of hide and seek. He had hidden under daddy’s big chair while she went looking everywhere for him. Behind the curtains, in the clothes basket, under the study table, everywhere, before she finally spotted the furry brown tail wagging from under the chair. She... Continue Reading →

H for Home Sweet Home

My first recollection of the word home was a V upside down over my head. I was 3 and it was kindergarten. That was enough for me. When I was 4 I learnt the word house. And the phrase ‘Home Sweet Home’. And my curiosity got the better of me. Why didn’t the phrase say... Continue Reading →

G for Gratitude

I almost crashed today. Yes. Yesterday, my status said, “I think I need to stretch myself a little.” And I guess someone up there was listening and he fulfilled my prayer! There was no way in hell that a human being can do the amount of work I have done today in the time span... Continue Reading →

F for Frenemies

Oh, they are there everywhere And they can be a potential scare. They smile politely and are nice But being wary is wise. They wear suits and they wear blazers But they yield swords and razors. You’ll never know what they are plotting Probably every move; down, they are jotting. The sweet smile might be... Continue Reading →

E for Excellence

What is excellence? A German once visited a temple under construction where he saw a sculptor making and idol of God. Suddenly he noticed a similar idol lying nearby. Surprised, he asked the sculptor, “Do you need two statues of the same idol?” “No,” said the sculptor without looking up, ”We need only one, but... Continue Reading →

D for Dilemma

On a December day, as I dwell on my disability to decide the direction of my discussion, I feel like a damsel in distress. Do I discuss the Great Depression or describe in detail the dainty daffodils and the dashing dandelions in the dale? Do I discuss the diagnosis of Down’s syndrome and Darsheel’s dyslexia... Continue Reading →

C for Conversations

Casually I walked into the room. I sat down on a wooden chair. That’s what I liked most about this place– its furniture. It reminded me of a far off place. A place that existed when I did not. I ordered the usual and looked out of the window. I saw the world passing by.... Continue Reading →

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