What is the measure of wisdom but the capacity for kindness? Towards oneself more than anyone else. Followed by everyone else. *** I am considering buying a concealer, a new addition to the fathomless sea that is supposed to be a woman's make up kit. It starts small. It starts with a lip gloss. Every... Continue Reading →
Someone asked me today what do I write about on this blog. "Death, life, love, sex, envy, pride, lust, what?" they said. It got me thinking for a while, and I wondered why isn't that I am writing about death, sex, envy, pride, and lust, even? Maybe, in some ways, I am, but am I... Continue Reading →
In an episode of The Big Bang Theory, Howard is asked to throw the first pitch at a baseball game. Woefully incompetent at anything remotely related to sports, he turns to taking lessons from Bernadette and Raj. When he has doubts about his ability to throw even that one ball, he calls his colleague with... Continue Reading →
Last week I was reminded by a friend that I have cancelled not one but two trips, and consequently, I have paid an inordinate amount of money to a couple of Airlines for being a sitting duck. It has got everything to do with the fact that I just don't want to get on to... Continue Reading →
Occasionally, I sit in the darkness of the night and look outside the floor-to-ceiling window as the rest of the city houses go to sleep, one by one. In those moments of silence, I begin to untangle the fairy lights of my mind. I try. And when the last house has shut its lights, I notice... Continue Reading →
The past three weeks have been exhausting. So much so that my right arm and fingers hurt from the incessant typing and my shoulders ache from crouching over my laptop. Also, I must heavily stock up on sleep this weekend. I write this because I have a debt of honour to pay, and because I have... Continue Reading →
A couple of things have changed in the recent past. For starters, today I realised that my virtual interaction with people on the other side of the Internet has decreased. I have had many more face-to-face interactions and somehow I remember them more clearly in my head. I have also spoken more on the phone... Continue Reading →
On the Sion-Panvel highway, where the buses stop to let passengers board, is an expanse of road that would put the moon's surface to shame. More often than not, that stretch of pockmarks is filled with water turning it into a giant ditch. When I pass by the bus stop every morning, I experience this burning feeling... Continue Reading →
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