Category: Musings
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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…
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Embracing my inner domestic goddess
It’s 6:45 AM my sister-in-law remarked “Isn’t it getting late for you to get to work?”. I turned back half-lazily to look at the clock, the numbers not serving to alarm me. “Yes.” I replied and went on to explain that these days I had decided to go with the flow. Get things done and leave…
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Remembering Athai
In the early morning darkness a cry pierced my consciousness. I squinted at the bright red hazy numbers on my alarm clock. It looked like 4:35. Burying my head under the pillow, I hoped it was an aberration and Cee would go back to sleep. No such luck. An hour later, I stood by the…
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Something Borrowed. Something Convoluted.
I borrowed this book from my neighbor one day last week when I needed a good dose of girlfriend talk. After spending the evening eating bhajias and drinking aam panna, I left for home in the rain, this book clutched to my bosom. It lay on my side table untouched for a couple of days. Then…
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Battle clouds in my brain
With each passing day, the drive to and from home provides ample time for thought. I ruminate on the rushed early mornings, the harried late evenings, the feeling of being run down and the endless attention my kitchen demands. The MBA seems like an afterthought. Something I pay attention to when the deadline stares at…
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Promise of things to come
Leaving later than usual, I rounded the bend at the end of our cul-de-sac noticing more greenery than I recalled seeing the day prior. It warmed my heart even if the sky looked mutinous and murky. With no one to bug on my ride into work, I tuned into the radio and half-listened even as…
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Impatient and ready
I drove slowly, pausing before making a turn. The brilliant green startled me from the corner lot. My eyes strayed from the wheel onto the sidewalk and the delicate white-pink of the cherry blossoms. Ambling along, I was now at the light that would put me on the highway. My mind was heavy with thoughts.…
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Cricket, Cinema and Coffee
Slowly extricating my lifeless arm from under Kay’s head where it had been for the past hour or more, I rolled down from the sofa to the carpeted floor with a soft thud. Picking myself up, adjusting the burgundy throw around Kay, I glanced at Cee fast asleep on the other couch. Finding another throw,…