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happy birthday to me!
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.
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i miss D.
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
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one thing ends when another begins, a new moment is born only when the old one dies ...
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
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a conundrum
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 for not one single
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writing as a practice
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
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an enlightenment
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
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in silence
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
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my mind and me
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
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the pressure to do, the need to be
Last evening, I was perusing my old website, The Dream Pedlar’s [https://thedreampedlars.com/], with the intention of transferring my posts from there, one by one, over to this new home. And I came across something special. A year and a half ago, just before D was about to
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a new home
It is quite like moving into a new home. First you bring with you the bare essentials, and you’re truly amazed at how little you really need to survive. Then, you envision how you’d fill up this vast, mostly-empty space, with all your furniture. And then your belongings
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welcoming spring ... and understanding the impermanence of everything
The shifting of the clocks last weekend and my screwed up sleeping habits keep me awake at all odd hours and asleep at saner hours, dreaming some outlandish stuff, waking up with my chest as taut as drum skin and the sound of my heart thudding as if trapped in
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standing between two mirrors
It is that moment again. Worlds are colliding inside of me. It is as if history is repeating itself. Where I was once the child unable to make sense of the parent, I am now the parent, seeing my child be the child I once was, seeing myself feeling like