Blues – Off The Beaten Track

Beating The Blues, Tomorrow.

I walk in after dropping my youngest daughter at daycare. I see evidence of the morning rush near the shoe

I gently lock the double glass doors behind me and linger just a second longer taking in your weary eyes,

Not you really but the you I want you to be. Confusing enough? Sometimes it occurs to me that I

Ever get that feeling that you are caught on the median with vehicles flying past both ways wondering if the

* Not suitable if you are looking for something feel good. Folding a humongous pile of clothes my mind wanders

Do you wake up some days with a pout on your face, ready to bare your teeth at the slightest

As I look at the clock and realize the week is almost at the end, I feel immeasurable relief. The

This week has been strangely restless. I feel this acute sense of aging and life rushing past me. I feel

No. I am not talking of the retail giant. This weekend K and I were invited to a puja at

Plate in hand with pure white curd rice, I hesitated a moment between the curried vegetable and tomato thokku and

Sometimes, I wake up in the morning with the feeling that I am waiting for life to happen. Waiting for