Category: Musings
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Rituals
These past few weeks, I have been waking sans alarm, feeling rested and refreshed. I walk down softly, my footfalls muffled by the carpeting as I cross Laddu’s room and then Ammu and Pattu’s rooms. I am tempted to peek in but I move on, intent on savoring the few minutes of me time I…
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Pockets of happiness
Happiness or sorrow – whatever befalls you, walk on, untouched, unattached. – Buddha
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Kids will be kids
I walk past the twins huddled at the kitchen island, their tousled heads touching each other. Smiling, I put the huge container of dosa batter, close the door and turn. Curious, I edge closer to them and through the gap between their necks, spy my old iPhone. They are watching one of the countless home…
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Halfway mark
I am at the sink rinsing, soaping and loading dishes into the dishwasher. Saathi is leaning on the counter, Laddu in his hands. Ammu and Pattu are at their table playing with their playdoh boxes. The playdoh is long gone but the boxes provide endless entertainment. I glance at them and notice Saathi doing the…
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Prescient dreams
I have always been a dreamer. Literally and figuratively. My dreams are vivid and full of detail. I emerge from them disoriented and unable to see the line between sleep and wakefulness. Sometimes, it is not as literal. They are the wispy trails of clouds that hook my imagination, leave it soaring upwards. Dreams of…