There are tiny rocks in my path every day, which I toss around to create new patterns. Today is different. An unknown mysterious force has placed a massive rock there. My dog expends energy in sniffing around it, gives me a very positive look. I warn him against trying to move it. I’ve experienced blocks … More Rocks
It is a school reunion meeting. Wandering in the revamped school premises, I wonder what would be different if I had to do it all over again. We depended so much on what was written in books, and whatever teachers said. There was nothing wrong in those times. It had a certain quaintness of innocence, … More Back to School
August is not my birth month, but it’s eventful for Leos, even if one was born late in July. Somehow, the major changes in life occur somewhere around this time. August is full of grey skies and heavy rains, but how one loves this weather in sultry tropical climes…. A couple of festivals also fall … More August
I flip through the pages again – the scene where the girl and boy are being sent to different places in Siberia. They almost know it – they’ll never return or meet each other again. Yet, the girl says ..”Watch the moon in the sky, and think of me. We’ll be looking at the same … More Flower Moon
I was woken and shaken up by the novel Atlas Shrugged at one point of time, and then relegated it to the basement of consciousness – as unattainable idealism. I don’t know why the smell of yellowing pages wafted back into memory, with the news of Covid vaccine patent waivers. An industrialist at the helm … More Paradise Lost
I think of Charlie Chaplin, as I walk through rain. He said he likes walking in the rain, as no one can see his tears. I know I’ll be busy and back to a normal routine after getting back home. Yet, these moments of solitude and raindrops bring so much to the surface – emotions … More Rain
I’d suffered from typhoid during my first year at school, and missed one paper from the first term examination. I can’t recall the fever or any other symptom. Just that my class teacher, a kindly old lady, Mrs. Kent asked my mother to request the Principal for a re-examination. I’d scored well in all other … More Life lessons
I cannot be an eagle, though I wish to fly high I am blessed with a penetrating vision that cuts through veils and layers of deception. Yet, what I see is an adversary, not a prey. Shedding feathers is painful, as the stories about eagles plucking feathers in isolation say. They rebirth and live for … More Soul Management
Why should the people who love me, want to imprison me? I once thought they are afraid of losing me. I realised, a bit too late, that they are afraid of losing control over me. Control gives them a sense of power, makes them feel superior to me. Deep down, they know the reality is … More Escape
I remember a poem called ‘A reason or a season” widely in circulation on social media a couple of years back. The poet opined that people come into our lives with a specific purpose, and we should let them go when they choose to go.The purpose has been fulfilled. What disconnects is a vital clue … More Connections
