Category: Abstract
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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…
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Gray days
I gently lock the double glass doors behind me and linger just a second longer taking in your weary eyes, shaggy hair and the air of resignation about you. I lean over the sofa to kiss soft heads good-bye before scanning the room a last time as I close the door behind me. I sit…
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Ache
Every once in a while I hear from someone who is passionate about what they do and seem so immersed in their work and life that it gives me pause. It makes me ache. Ache for that passion that seems missing in my life. What is my calling? I ache to know.
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The pull of the earth
Growing up, I lived in what we now call a single family home. Memories of running around the house, cousins and siblings in tow lurk in the corners of my brain like fading sepia photographs. I remember Amma sweeping the courtyard off the wide badam and narrow neem leaves each morning and evening. There is…
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Kindred spirits
I packed away my earphones, grabbed the umbrella remembering the thunder shower warnings and gave the front seats of my car a last glance before I locked and walked away. Waiting for the elevator, I noticed a gentleman unloading his trunk of a pack of water bottles and mini cupcakes. Potluck breakfast I thought as…
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The power of promise
I made the rather sharp turn at the intersection by my house gracefully. I looked into the rearview to reassure myself that my babies were enjoying the ride and caught a shock of grey hair by my temple staring back at me. Startled, I flicked a lock of black hair over to camouflage and turned…
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API – Nuggets to chew on
Every once in a while, a phrase catches my fancy and I chew on it for a while. A presenter at a meeting at work used these words “Assume positive intent” a few times. Another presenter caught it and made a mention later. On my way home, the words kept repeating in my head. How…
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Fear to hope and beyond
Sounds of merriment trickled down the stairs as the twins used our bed as a trampoline jumping and landing on their bottoms only to pick themselves up and start all over again. Down a floor below, I stand in front of the burner pan roasting vegetables for our dinner. I scan the stove in front…