Category: Reflections
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Claudette
I am sick. My body hurts. Whatever is going around hit me hard. Laddu woke me at six. All I wanted was to curl up and cry. Instead I woke, made her lunch, sent her off, and sat in front of my laptop. My heart rate is high. In front of me is a cup…
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Going Gently Into The Night
“My headphones are not charging.” Pattu’s voice is matter of fact. She states it as if it were non negotiable, this state of her headphones. “Have to tried charging it at a different spot? Have you tried using a different charging cord, different adapter?” My questions stream out of me in the measured way of…
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In My IDGAF Era
One work call ends and I have about 30 minutes before the next one. I take Felix out for a small walk. The air is balmy. The sun too bright. I stand squinting in the light and heat while Felix just plops on the grass and does this weird squiggle as if he needs to…
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The Politics Of Joy
Each day, I religiously scroll through my Facebook memories. With well over a decade of posts on there, it often surprises me how I live life in patterns. In the midst of everyday living – school opening, mid school year blues, fall festivities, end of year festivities, there are these posts about the pandemic, school…
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Corrugation
My aching feet long for the warm water despite it being summer. I am in the shower and looking at the water cascading from the shower head when on impulse I look up. The cover that shields the plumbing from the onlookers eyes is loose. I reach up to adjust it and notice the rough…
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Its Gonna Be Okay
I could be watching the next episode of the show (Reborn) I am currently watching. Instead, I am sitting, mid afternoon, with the sun a tad too harsh through the mullioned windows of our family room, watching Felix chase a ball round and round. I am cracking up with laughter as are my girls. It…
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Internalized Misogyny
“Question for you. I don’t wear lipstick. If I want a light tint, any recommendations? Something that will suit my face.” I text my good friend first thing in the morning. What ensues is a conversation that lingers long after I have said my byes, made lunch, washed my hair and mapped out the rest of the day.…
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The Art Of Representation
I load the dishes after a take out dinner of mooli parathas and chhole. Pattu is at the table by the kitchen, her MacBook open, a note card by the side muttering to herself. The whole scene is incongruous. I have never seen any of my girls actually do school work at home. I finish…
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Discordant Time
“We made a TikTok on my friends account but don’t worry we didn’t show our faces” I am walking around my home sipping on coffee when I see the text. My youngest also sends the said video. I watch it not quite sure what to expect. It is cute. The music is preppy and the…
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Dystopia: Delulu Is The Solulu
“Alexa, play rosie by Rosé.” I command the little blue orb in my bathroom as I step in to take the shower. I wash my hair letting the hot water hypnotize me as the music cascades in waves, dulling any thought I might have. I went to bed last night after binge-ing a comfort show.…