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Coping with pandemic has been tough but for the past three months, one of my lifelines has been waiting every Tuesday morning to watch Michaela Coel’s show– I May Destroy you. It replenished me, dispelled the ennui induced by living… Continue Reading →
Angel, our maid, enters my room. It is dusting day and she is armed with a bag of brushes and absorbent cloths. She does the windows and cupboards before zoning in on her least favourite area – my dressing table…. Continue Reading →
My knees hurt from the weight of my body. Then my shoulders ache, after I push them to their limits of exertion to awaken dormant muscles and feel the burn. Pain travels through me like a devious dune in a… Continue Reading →
My tryst with bird watching began when I discovered an expensive pair of binoculars sitting in my cupboard, unused after its impulsive procurement several years ago. We’d used it to watch wild bears and whales on our holiday in the… Continue Reading →
I am down to the last few pages in my daily planner and it is time to do the dreaded task of evaluating the year – what I did and didn’t do, how I failed and possibly grew, what I… Continue Reading →
My dearest friend Ami and I are sitting together on the couch, nursing our glasses of wine, listening to the song ‘Life of Ram’ from the Tamil movie 96. We have watched the video far too many and never cease… Continue Reading →
It’s a lovely eveningThe candelabras are twinklingCasting delicate shadowsA waiter seats themHands over menus They scroll through the pagesTaste buds tinglingFor the fine meal aheadEntrees, mains, dessertsSuch sumptuous choices The waiter pours wineThey sip and nodBurgundy warms them upAre you… Continue Reading →
They tell me you died. You are no more. A stray dog barks outside, the pressure cooker hisses, the television blares a news channel with men arguing over politics; all the noises distil into a single hollering in my head…. Continue Reading →
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