Category: Musings
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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…
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Sentimental treasures
I stayed by the window giving directions over the phone still I spied the shiny black SUV turn around the bend leading to our home. I was excited. Gathering Kay and Cee, K and I threw open the door and waited patiently for the group of four to walk up the stairs to inside. Tall,…
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Vignettes
I sit with my back to the slender pedestal fan savoring the brief respite from the heat and stickiness. My eyes are on the ground, my thoughts far away. I feel a tiny hand caress my head and tiny lips plant a kiss on my forehead followed by “Are you OK amma?”. I stand by…
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Life’s little lessons
Mulling over a few different thoughts in my head, I debated between taking up this tag that is doing its rounds on the internet and writing about this interview I heard today on NPR. After deleting two drafts of the latter since I could not get my thoughts together cogently, I figured I would take…