Category: Musings
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Attitude of Gratitude
The doorbell rang and my brother, sis in law and niece stood at the door. Even as I stood back to let them in, my eyes fell on the undone hair of my niece. I ran my finger through it and shepparded her inside. Adjusting the pallu of my silk saree, I sorted through the…
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Whither friendship?
This past weekend amidst other things, each time I logged into FB, I saw a spate of “Happy Friendship day!” messages. Each time I smiled without fail. A trace of sarcasm escaping with the smile. Then the work week happened and a friend of mine said something along similar lines over email. That got me…
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Feminism. Hmm!
I sat on the recliner, laptop perched on my lap, glasses sliding to the tip of my nose, watching with bated breath as the stock markets opened for the day. It was my first day home after I switched to part-time. Amma bustled around the kitchen looking irritably at me as I sat un-budging. Why…
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Letters to my daughters – Tantrums and Tiaras
Dearest Kay and Cee, It’s been a while since I reflected on what you girls have been up to. Hmmm! Where do I start? It seems like suddenly the both of you graduated from being babies to proper little girls complete with tantrums and a mind decidedly your own. Our mornings are filled with squeals…
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Random, connected thoughts
Brushing back my hair, I tried to ignore a growing sense of frustration that was building within at the sight of frizzy, greying strands refusing to be pushed into place. Resigning myself to a thinning pate, I let a soft sigh of disgust escape my lips as I caught the wavy, thin locks at my…
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Move over Mickey! Mooshik Mouse is here.
Standing in front of the Ganesha Tanjore painting in the girls bedroom, I held Kay up so she could touch the painting and touch her eyes like her Appa has taught her to. Some days she complies sleepily. Some days she traces the outline of Ganesha’s belly before declaring “elefan”. Some days like today, her…
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Life on the other side
Just past noon yesterday, I sat staring at directions to a place about 3 miles away in the heart of the downtown area where I worked. I traced my finger over every turn, memorizing minute details and noting distances. Realized I had to leave at some point, I locked my terminal, grabbed my bag, looked…
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Reflections on reading
“I haven’t read a book in ages..” I remarked rather wistfully to a friend on the phone one day in the recent past. The conversation then veered onto books and off tangentially to culture and such. Climbing the stairs to my bedroom, my eyes were glued in the dim light to an interesting post on…
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I have eyes only for you
Glancing at the clock, I made it back home with a minute to spare for a birthday party next door. Clutching a wrapped gift, I hurried through the door, gathering Kay and Cee and a rather bulky diaper bag. Walking across the road, we rang the bell to see the door open even as my finger…
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Oddly at home
Feeling sudden hunger pangs a good four hours after my lunch, I rummaged around my drawers at work for something to munch on. I tried to ignore the signals my stomach was insistent on sending and concentrate on work instead. Twenty minutes later, I was taking the elevators down to the cafe to get a…