Category: Abstract
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Winding down. Counting down.
I scan the outside as I rinse out my cup. The mountains of snow in my backyard seem eerily still. The calm before the storm echoes a voice in my head. I look at the clock. The darkness will be upon us in a few hours. I feel a sense of foreboding. I check to…
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Morning musings
I woke to the pitter-patter of little feet on the carpet followed by a warm body snuggling next to me under the covers. A muted light shone in my eyes. Fluttering my eyelids open, I was treated to a bluish-green radiance coming off the glow-pet that pattu held in her hands. Reaching by feel to…
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Guardian angels
An impromptu food drop off from a friend turned neighbor. A text that says “Vetti? Call??”. Weekly check in calls. GTalk conversations that start with “Oye” and end with a promise to visit. Emails that offer to pick up favorites from a store away from where I live. Unplanned afternoon meet ups. Conversations that hum…
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Taking stock
It is a grey day. The skies are overcast with the promise of rain. The sun lurks somewhere behind the grey veil casting a pale light over the yard. I sit at the island, a cup of tea by my side. Wisps of steam escape and dance away into nothingness. The eerie glow of the…
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Detachment
Left with a couple of hours to kill in a waiting room, I dutifully turned to Facebook and my email. What started as a simple response to an email snowballed into a flurry of emails. Switching off the iPad, I gazed at a corner of the wall and took stock of the situation. The solution…
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Reflections on the years past
As we turn the corner into December and watch the end of the year loom larger ahead, reflections on the year(s) passed creep into my head. It starts slowly. A sense of gratitude sneaks in along with the twinkling lights at night. The chill outside seems to edge the temperatures higher inside me. I feel…
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Blurring lines
Driving down slowly along the one lane road that is now the primary connection between my old life and the new one, I was on auto-pilot. Eyes scanning the road, the rearview and the kids in a loop that is now second nature. We passed a familiar light and the traffic ahead of me slowed.…
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Stark reality
In the past few months, a new kind of fixation has taken hold of me. Articles on how women can have it all, cannot have it all, should have it all, should not have it all. All parts of the spectrum have been written, blogged, discussed ad nauseam. As I read each one, I nod…
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Deferred Dreams
Randomly, I find patterns in the kinds of articles I read. This week the theme seems to be dreams. Pursuing dreams, shattered dreams. I stumble on articles that talk about people who find the courage to pursue their passion. Articles that question the worth of a life lived without passion. Often I have found that…
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Summer of discontent
The heat made shimmering waves off the patio surface. I stood by the sink, the Sun’s slanting rays hitting me right in the eyes making me squint. I had paused from my evening routine of doing dishes before Saathi came home with the kids. The stretch of the yard between the patio and the tall…