I can hear dry leaves rustling outside, but overall it has been a rather quiet season. Astrologers convince people to suffer silently, as Mars and Jupiter are in retrograde motion. There’s hope at the end of the tunnel as they say, but spring is still a season away. News channels are abuzz with political conflict … Continue reading Lull


Chicken Soup for the Soul

I suffer from an allergy which makes me sneeze non-stop in the morning. A co-passenger on the train advises me to stay off cold and sour foods after 3 pm, as I swallow an Allegra pill. Back home, I settle down for comfort food - a steaming bowl of chicken soup. As of now. I’d … Continue reading Chicken Soup for the Soul


September is a seasonal transition - moving from monsoon to winter. There’s a sense of anticipation in the air, as the sky changes color from dark gray to brighter hues. Festivities and weddings start from October. It’s a busy period out there for traders, manufacturers and those in the hospitality business. Women get busy planning … Continue reading September


I pass through a temple every day on my morning walk. The throng of devotees makes me wonder how we believe in certain things without any scientific evidence, visible proof or clear corroboration. In fact, we conduct a lot of research to find supporting evidence. Do these beliefs create a ground for us to walk … Continue reading Belief

XXL helplessness

I pray for uninterrupted vision, beyond the trees, mountains and tall buildings-a  whole, unbroken view before the stars take over, and the scarred Moon mocks the Almighty Sun. The birds I feed every morning fly beyond reach as the day progresses. I hope they return with a message. When they tweet outside my window, I … Continue reading XXL helplessness

Tweets and Blue Skies

Bird songs are changing. The voice, pitch and content might all acquire new dimensions. Twitter has got a new owner. The birds outside my window chirp in their usual urgent tone, demanding food. I cater to their needs quickly. They give me hope. Silently, I bless the birds and pray they are not overpowered by … Continue reading Tweets and Blue Skies

Cold mountain

Mountains are designed to be cold. They make me feel dwarfed and inconsequential. Then, I pity their immobility. I’m blessed with flexibility to move, change my position, escape from things I don’t like.  Yet, mountains intimidate. They drop a rock here and there to demonstrate power. The uncertainty dwarfs my mindset again.  I’d like to … Continue reading Cold mountain

Bombay winter

Bombay does not have much of a winter. However, this year has been slightly different. We have foggy mornings, a nip in the air late evening, and occasionally, I see someone on a morning walk wearing a sweater. We welcome the lowered temperatures, as we don’t need air-conditioning. Fabrics like corduroy, velvet, tweed vie for … Continue reading Bombay winter


I wake up every morning with a thought. What if there are no calendars, rituals not imposed on me? Would I still make an effort to recap, review, reset?  I take sunrise and sunset for granted. Why do I need to worry about the number of times my planet revolves around the Sun? It’s an … Continue reading Renewal

Gratitude I say thanks to so many people so many times - politeness, protocol, gratitude, or to close a conversation. It is a kind of reflex action. I may choose to convey special thanks in a special manner for a special gesture. It may be a heartfelt message, a token gift or doing something for … Continue reading Gratitude