Sadness – L. G. Iyer

Insidious Memories

The grated daikon glistens with moisture as I add finely diced green chillies to it. A sprinkle of sea salt

* Not suitable if you are looking for something feel good. Folding a humongous pile of clothes my mind wanders

This week has been strangely restless. I feel this acute sense of aging and life rushing past me. I feel

Plate in hand with pure white curd rice, I hesitated a moment between the curried vegetable and tomato thokku and

Reading about the latest in the series of bomb blasts and shootings in Bombay makes me sick to the stomach.

All my life I grew up feeling entitled to a whole lot of things like a happy childhood, loving parents,

As is my customary ritual I emailed my cousin V detailing my weekend jaunts. She replied back in an hour

In one of my regular conversations with my friend, we went down a rather thought provoking discussion on how does

K and I drove with a friend to visit a colleague who was in the hospital after something he ate

As my mom spoke of yet another good friend who lost her mom this past week, I slipped into a

Friday night we had a graduation party to attend to. Armed with The Code Book by Simon Singh, we showed

Down and out is how I feel When all of future resembles the current day I can feel sadness welling

Photographs have a way of making me melancholy. I look at pictures from my past and relive the moment the

This word has fascinated me many times. I heard it used by many people. I never quite got what it

“When Man loses faith in himself, he starts believing in God!” This used to be Appa’s response whenever I asked

The golden morning Rays of sun slant my way Overhead noon I fear the brightness Slanting sun I wish you