“I am not as spiritual as you!” These are words I have heard most often in the last few years. A lot of us are unhappy in our situations. A lot us would like our lives to change a little bit. We put in all our effort to make something happen and then it just… [Read more…]
March 29, 2011
It’s been a while since I thought of the BIG AD and what it means or implies to my life. These days I am incredibly happy. Very grateful for all the surging joy I feel inside of me each day. I think about God more often these days than I have even in my darkest… [Read more…]
March 15, 2011
They still are like foreign agents to my lips – the words – wife, husband, married; the less said the better about my new found identity as a HOUSEWIFE. It hit me when I was filling in the immigration form just before landing in America. “Occupation” demanded the cruel white sheet. Somewhat belligerently, I wrote… [Read more…]
October 13, 2010
This is something I wrote may be more than ten years ago, but still remains close to my heart.
September 16, 2010
In an ideal world we would all have time to reflect – a few minutes for ourselves away from the hullabuloo of daily lives. But in the real world, we have to make time for ourselves. When there’s so little time for ourselves, where is the time to invest in relationships…get to know your spouse,… [Read more…]
August 24, 2010
Why aren’t there pictures of you and me? Why didn’t we think of immortalizing our time? Our short stint with love and life, Why didn’t we keep our moments alive? Why aren’t there songs written by you and me? Why didn’t we eulogize our special bond? Our childlike games and guileless dance, Why didn’t we… [Read more…]
July 6, 2010
Moving to Besant Nagar has probably been the best thing that happened to me. It has put me in touch with myself. I guess part of it is because I am forced to live alone most of the times and introspect on the smallest experience that I have. About two weeks ago, I walked into… [Read more…]
May 25, 2010
My mother was really special to me. Not just because she was my mother, but also because she was a lot of fun. I learnt the meaning of what “fun” meant from her! And it’s almost 10 years since she died, and 14 years since I lost her to AD. I still miss her. If… [Read more…]
February 8, 2010
You didn’t just bark, you roared, You were not just respected, but also adored! You are not just a dog, you are family, Your magnificence, old pal, is legendary. We’re sorry if sometimes we didn’t care, We’re sorry for tying you up, when others were scared, We’re sorry you’re sick, and there’s nothing much we… [Read more…]
February 3, 2010
Since “The Caregivers’ Foundation” has happened, a lot of people just open up to me. I think it is the realization that one who has gone through pain, will understand the pain of someone in the same situation. I don’t know if it holds true for everyone, but somehow, I do feel it is pain… [Read more…]
November 18, 2009
Iris Murdoch had Alzheimer’s Disease. My mum did too. And the strange thing is, it was around the same time. 1995-96. Iris died in 1999, mum in 2001. Iris was 70 odd, mum was 49. “Iris” is a beautiful film. I have never read any of Iris Murdoch’s books. I think I am too daft… [Read more…]
November 16, 2009
Most people know me as a naughty, chirpy, loud, friendly, gregarious person. My close friends often see the sad, seeking, depressed and irritable side of me. In my head, I have always felt constrained. I feel that I can do so much, but somehow don’t seem to get the opportunities. Last few months, I began… [Read more…]
October 20, 2009
I experienced this, but in a good way today. I have been down lately. Very down. Life seems to be turning the wrong way and I feel helpless. Luckily, I have been writing which brings me some joy. N pinged me to tell me that he read my new blog. I met N through Roberto.… [Read more…]
September 26, 2009
I watched her wither, I wished she died,And then I burned in shame, I tried to hide.I spoke to none, I knew I’d be shunned,In my own private hell, I began to reside. She knew me not, yet I wanted her to know,I was her little one, the one she bore.But she continued to fray,… [Read more…]
September 17, 2009
I like myself. I like that I can learn about life from anyone. No matter what their age. I like that I can respect even the youngest person I know Anoushka – my niece – she is my connection to childhood, to innocence, to experiential learning. A few minutes spent with her rejuvenate me and… [Read more…]
May 29, 2009
charade, facadeveil, wall,wail, fall,piece by piece, crumbles downtill nothing remains,nothing at all love, hate,deed, fate,fray, graylittle by little, wiped outno remnant to covetno trace at all leave, stay,play, slay,shoot, scoot,the game is over, show is off,no story to narrateno memory at all alone, groan,meet, greet,grow, shownew beginning, it’s back on,protagonist changed, narrator retained,the lights are… [Read more…]
May 25, 2011
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