I gained two kilograms in the past week, thanks to the cold weather. I wasn’t allowed to venture out to exercise as Bangalore climate has never been kind to me. As I spent hours sulking this morning, I remembered the exact reason why I pushed myself to lose weight in the first place. It was a day when my mother-in-law told me how one of … Continue reading How do you handle toxic people? Comply, confront or cut off?
For years visiting home during summer and winter breaks seemed to be a lot of tasks. Reason? My parents’ dependency on me for getting their stuff fixed. The demands varied from setting up online banking to sending out bulk emails. Every time I visited them, I had to teach them from scratch and yet during the next visit, I would find out that they have … Continue reading Parenting your parents: What did you teach them today?
Flipping through the old diariesReading out the old poemsListening to the old voicesI feel nostalgic Helpless I feelsometimes to such an extentThat the very word seemsto be trivial to me I swear I always triedtill there were tears in my eyesand i know i could not make anyone believewhat my life has always meant to me I was never born to obligethe whims and expectations … Continue reading I Am Alive
Can I ask you a question? You sure can. What’s the boiling point of water? It’s 100-degree Celsius I suppose. What’s the boiling point of blood? Why do you ask such an absurd question? Well, I’ve always had my haemoglobin low. So, I wonder that’s where all my blood goes. It boils & evaporates in the thin air Every time I hear a girl is … Continue reading The Boiling Point Of Blood
We have great stories about Ram, Sita, Krishna and Radha but the way we learn from them is still not fully understood to me. We revere Ram and Sita and want to emulate them. We take vows of Bhagvad Gita, the song of Krishna. Yet, when it comes to his two biggest relationships, with Radha and Sudama, we either term them as divine affairs or … Continue reading Revisiting the Oldest Story on Friendship
I have read this story a thousand times yet, to me, it seems something new to me to understand every time I read it. The Ramayana and its numerous adaptations tell us the same story of Ram and Sita but then what changes? Except for my state of mind and my specs? Not the actual frame and pieces of lens but the metaphorical lens. When … Continue reading The oldest love story