on writing
I started work on my current WIP in January 2019. I jotted down ideas in general along with a plot outline and even wrote a bit I suppose, until a phone call from a family member in February completely derailed me and took me away from the WIP for several
on writing
I turned forty two weeks ago. My birthday itself was a pleasant occasion and I celebrated it with my husband and four-year-old and cake. Wishes poured in from family overseas, and I remember feeling loved and content in the moment. But in the weeks leading up to my
life, unadulterated
Another year has passed. Another decade. A good four decades, in fact. And I am already loving it here. All the roads unfurl ahead of me. It's as if I have only just begun.
life, unadulterated
My little one is at school, his second full day of school, and I miss him so much. I miss him with an ache, an anguish. I just can't stop crying. Yesterday, I was filled with a strange kind of restless energy, worrying about how D would be
life, unadulterated
If I had to pick a theme to paint my life with, it would have to be 'nostalgia'. Or 'grief for the past'. For everything new that comes my way, I tend to grieve all that I've had to leave behind. Perhaps this is
on writing
I was looking at some of my old stories and posts on my earlier site and came across a post [https://thedreampedlars.com/ramblings-because-it-is-a-beautiful-sunday-afternoon-and-we-needed-to-talk-my-thoughts-and-i/] I'd written back in April 2013, wondering which
life, unadulterated
A fortnight ago, I was elated at having found a possible solution [https://thedreampedlar.com/writing-as-a-practice/] to this never-ending conundrum I face, this unsolvable puzzle of finding a balance between freelance editing and fiction writing. After I put up that post, I worked on my novel
tales for dreamers
Navigating a maze is not for the faint-hearted, especially not one that shape-shifts.
life, unadulterated
This has been a week of incredible epiphanies, and in my excitement to capture the essence of all of them at once in this single post, I'm quite unable to decide where to start. Chronology is as good a solution as any other to this conundrum. It all
life, unadulterated
At every opportunity I get, I love saying that motherhood is the biggest spiritual journey I've ever set out on in my life and that Dr. Shefali Tsabary [https://drshefali.com/] is the spiritual guru I had been seeking all my life but found only after I became
life, unadulterated
The other day, D asked me if every sound can be expressed using letters of the alphabet. And I promptly answered yes. Surely, we have a letter or we can concoct a combination of letters to mimic every sound. That's what I thought at first, until I realised
life, unadulterated
In a conversation with an old friend this evening, about the pandemic and concern for our families in different parts of the world, about anxiety and regrets, we unburdened ourselves and eventually made our ways, yet again, to the realisation that we really are doing the best we can at