There is a peepal tree outside my room. It was bare when I first moved into this flat in February. Since then I have seen new leaves appear and flourish, and now the tree is full, even though I still see new leaves appear. The tree was home to pigeons when it was bare. There… Continue reading The Peepal Tree
After having moved to Mumbai from Delhi, finding a flat and settling down, the next step was bringing Simba here. This was a concern from the very start. It would not have been feasible to leave Simba with my parents for this long. And my life is less empty when he is with me. I… Continue reading Kitty gets an aeroplane ride!
There are painful memories not yet stored deep in the core. These memories are just beneath the crust of day-to-day existence. They are hot magma swirling around in the upper mantle, and occasionally, but with sufficient volcanic destruction, they bursts forth, rupturing the crusty mundane life of the everyday. Like now. Seeing a hypocritical message on Whatsass… Continue reading She is gone.
There are very few times when I wish I had either a big brawny boyfriend or brother or friend, who would bring his other big brawny friends and beat the shit out of someone for me. And then I think, I’m not one of those women, and I should be feminist enough to deliver justice on… Continue reading
Remember how annoyingly secretive I was being about something in the previous posts about my goals, as if anybody is really following my process? Even though I basically did include it in the list of my goals right at the beginning, and there was little reason therefore to be superstitious about it!? The goal for… Continue reading A Traveler and a Tourist Walked into a Bar
There were four goals in May that I completed but did not yet blog about. One of them I will not reveal just yet. There is a corresponding secret goal attached to it for the month of June. And I will reveal the big secret once I have no need for superstitious secrecy. The other goal… Continue reading Step by Step
Goal: Talk to someone I haven’t spoken to a while for 21st May I spoke to one of my best best friends after years. I can’t remember when we last spoke on the phone before this, and it’s close to nine years since we last met. Last I remember of him was he and his cousin leaving… Continue reading Smiles, from miles away