Category: Joy
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In Boraland We Trust
The post came through on a Sunday morning, still early enough that the house was quiet. A girl in Texas was asking all of ARMY to help her find the stranger she’d sat next to at BTS Vegas, Day 3. Section 135C, Row 29, Seats 10 and 11. The stranger was from somewhere near Stanford.…
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Death Rattle Of A Dying Empire
Photo by Ksenia Chernaya on Pexels.com On Sunday, I sat with four girls, three mine and a friend’s daughter at Movie Tavern for the sing along version of Kpop Demon Hunters. On my left was another woman about my age with a group of kids younger than mine. They all clutched light sticks as they…
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The Politics Of Joy
Each day, I religiously scroll through my Facebook memories. With well over a decade of posts on there, it often surprises me how I live life in patterns. In the midst of everyday living – school opening, mid school year blues, fall festivities, end of year festivities, there are these posts about the pandemic, school…
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Preserving Individual Joy
The past Tuesday, a woman I have met a few times and connect with over a common love for Korean shows and music messaged me to commiserate on not being unable to go to a Seventeen concert because we had not thought it possible. One thing led to another and by mid-afternoon I had overpriced…
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Like A Yo-yo
She rolls to and from me like a yo-yo, the weight of her body propelling her first one way and then another. I clutch at her something fierce and let go with just the same vigor. We are on the bed, Laddu and I. It has been a month since she has given up her…
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Finding Passion
“I have to work,” I say unselfconsciously and shut the study door behind me. For weeks now, I have been logging in, answering emails, pursuing writers, cold calling people who are inspirational to come write for us. The actual work of writing emails, talking on the phone, fiddling around with the site layout, editing…
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Cultivating Joy
After four days at home, Laddu seemed ready for school this morning. The fever was gone but the sniffles and the broken voice told a different story. “Amma! Where’s my lunch bag?” sealed it for me. After Saathi and the twins left, I helped her with her jacket and she insisted on wearing her shoes…
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Oh! What fun it is
Done with my chores for the day, I switch off the kitchen lights, peek in on the kids to make sure they are fast asleep and tucked in and make my way to the study where my laptop beckons. The characters in my head are jostling for attention. Their words, their emotions, their body language…