Category: reflections
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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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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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The Alchemist – Lingering after thoughts
Two to three weeks back, I read The Alchemist before I went to bed. It was required reading for a training at work. I had heard of the book before but had no idea of what it was about. I just wanted to be done reading so I could truthfully say I read it. A…
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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,…
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A Baby(ies) changes everything!
Back home after an incredibly short but eventful trip home to India, I woke earlier than usual. Bustling in the kitchen getting ready to go back to work after a two week break, images from my trip played out in a continual loop in my head. The fervent packing and the final drive to the…
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This Day That Year
For once when the alarm went off at 5:00 AM this morning I did not wake up with a startle wondering if it had to be morning already. You see, since yesterday evening my mind and emotions have been on overdrive rewinding the days, weeks and months back to this calendar date last year. My…
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An upside down world
Seated at an odd angle to the projected screen, I angled my head to get a better view of the presenter. A balding pate, a face that seemed to smile even he was not, eyes that seemed gentle. The CEO of my new workplace was giving us a peek into his vision as part of…
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Why does it matter to you?
Back at home after a particularly long day at work, I bathed the girls in turn. As I was drying Kay, I heard a stranger’s voice from the kitchen below. It turned out to be the handy man who was in to replace our leaky kitchen sink faucet. “She doesn’t look anything like you!” the…
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Off to catch the rainbow
Rushing around to get the girls and us out the door before the early morning meeting I felt like I had mastered the art of multitasking and delegating. While K left with an arm load of lunch bags and school stuff, I scooped up one of the twins to change and brush her hair. The…