life, unadulterated
Why wait until 7 P.M. when the heart is already bursting with so much sorrow, when the mind has already told me countless times this afternoon how I'm failing, failing, failing at this thing called life? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I wrote the above at about 3:30 PM, when
on writing
That feeling is back. A hollowness being slowly carved out in my gut. The heart holding a void, an emptiness. Today is the last day of JK for my little one. And he's been a little upset about it this morning. Until yesterday, he had been counting down
life, unadulterated
Sometime in the middle of this week, when I wasn't looking, the site stopped working. KrA, the techie in the house, looked into it and informed me there was some trouble with the hosting service, which essentially meant I may have lost everything I had put up on
on writing
(Artwork by dear friend, Padmaja Balaji [https://www.facebook.com/spadmajabalaji]) A fortnight ago, I came across and started to read an enchanting book titled ' The Art of Inheriting Secrets [https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/38097931-the-art-of-inheriting-secrets]' by Barbara O'Neal. It's about a California-based
on writing
A few weeks ago, I was informed by email that one of my (non-fiction) pieces has been selected to appear in a soon-to-be-published local anthology. I was delighted at first, but doubt followed quickly thereafter. It was a rather raw and vulnerable piece, and I felt a little terrified at
life, unadulterated
I've just returned home after getting my first shot of the AstraZeneca vaccine, the only vaccine currently available to adults 40 years or older who do not fall in any of the priority or high-risk categories as detailed by the Ontario provincial government. I suppose I've
life, unadulterated
There it was again. That feeling. Despondency. Desperation. That feeling of being 'stuck' in the same place for far too long. That need to run away. That temptation to burn up that sensation in smoke, or stuff it down with chocolate, or fall into some fantasyland on Netflix
life, unadulterated
I struggle with being a mother and a writer at the same time. When D is at home, I find it impossible to get any writing done. When he is at home, I want to spend time with him. But after a few hours of being with him, something starts
life, unadulterated
This past month has been difficult. We've all been in some state of lockdown for so long now that I assumed I had gotten used to it, more or less, that I had figured out a way to cope with it and make the most of it. I
life, unadulterated
I have only one word to describe this past week: Rich. Rich in terms of learning and understanding. I spent several nights reading The Broken Circle: A Memoir of Escaping Afghanistan [https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/42945699-the-broken-circle] written by Enjeela Ahmadi-Miller. She recounts her family's escape from
annual reflections
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 birthday, I
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.