My book writing hasn’t been doing well during the pandemic. While I view myself with compassion and understand that this is a global crisis and not a writer’s retreat, I am determined to gently guide myself back into writing in a more disciplined fashion. It’s not even a writer’s block that I am experiencing. It’s […]
January 28, 2018
My childhood was spent reading all the time. A.L.L T.H.E T.I.M.E. So much so that my mother had to ration my reading time. When I went home to India this time, my aunt was telling her granddaughter that she never saw me without a book and how I used to take my lunch/dinner to my […]
March 17, 2016
Memories of mom – physical and emotional resurface every now and then. Precisely for this reason, I did not look at pictures of her, especially from the times she was sick. One of the major regrets I have is not taking more pictures with her when she was well. We barely have pictures of her […]
April 16, 2012
Growing up in a Gujarati Jain-Saraswat Brahmin household, my sister and I were exposed to a minimal amount of traditions and festivals. While this practice led us to become broadminded and less religion-governed, it used to be a great source of distress when we were younger. Living in Gujarat, a lot of my classmates were […]
July 24, 2011
To get a background of this post, you may want to read the previous ones. My husband and I went to a waterpark with a few friends. Among our friends was a couple and their 6-year old son. Sid and I were left alone for a while with the handsome li’l boy. We decided to […]
November 18, 2010
For those who know me, it will not be a surprise. I don’t like my name. EKTA. That is one of the reasons I chose to write under a different name. I live on the 2nd floor and he lives on the ground floor. The place where I park my scooter faces the back door […]
September 11, 2010
This day has such a deep connection to childhood for me. I was born to a Gujarati Jain mother and a Saraswat Brahmin (Konkani) father. Eight or nine days before Ganesh Chaturthi would begin “Paryushan“. For eight days my mother would abstain from cooking green leafy thingies (Yayyy) and no onions, garlic, potatoes and the […]
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 […]
March 18, 2010
I saw 4-year old Aditya dangling from his mother’s arms. I wondered why she would ‘handle’ a child that way. And I soon found out why. I edged closer to see that the boy was unkempt. Dirty clothes, saliva drooping, eyes crisscrossed…the works. He was mumbling to himself and walking, rather stumbling at every step. […]
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. […]
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 […]
August 30, 2009
So it was again my time to meditate. It was raining. Pouring actually. Visibility was not even at 2 feet. But somehow there was something calming about the whole scene. I was just ending with my prayers when I heard the famous trio shouting. The school van had come and the brothers had to go […]
August 23, 2009
I know several mothers closely. But closely cannot be considered as authentic, can it now? Yet, from whatever I see around me, I am convinced it ain’t easy. DUH. Bringing up one child in 2009 is bad enough, but someone who raises 2 surely deserves a medal, and someone who does it well, needs to […]
August 15, 2009
I was browsing through the FICTION section at Landmark this evening, when suddenly just right down the aisle, I saw her glancing through the myriad genres. For a minute, I froze. Then I stole a glance at her. She was standing less than a few feet away from me. She wore a black t-shirt and […]
June 16, 2009
How many times have each one of us thought we wish we had someone to walk with us, help us negotiate this complex world! Well, the Dream Mentoring Programme does just that. We may or may not have had the benefit of a mentor, but sure have a chance of making that difference. The Dream […]
May 14, 2009
Will I be missed when I die? How many times have we thought about this? Some of us like to fantasize about the void that we will leave behind when we pass on to the next world. Some of us, very conveniently avoid even thinking about it, some others among us just don’t have the […]
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