Was starting a blog on another topic, when I came across some lines that I felt nice about. Here they are… At the age of 25, 27, or 30 and up, you’ll realize you’re not just chasing your own dreams anymore. You strive to give your loved ones the best this life could offer. You’ll …
The Big Bad Wolf is upon us. Or, as Keshav called it – the small bad mouse:| For those who don’t know what it is, the Big Bad Wolf is one of the biggest book fairs in Dubai, held at least once a year, with brand new books going for a steal. Last year, I …
Had a discussion earlier this week on celebrations. The elaborate planning, the vidhi (or method) of every ritual, every little aspect of it. Sometimes, such arrangements can get so detailed and granular that it takes the feeling out of the equation, which I feel is the primary objective of it all. That one particular flower …
Don’t we all live in our own stories? The story of me, the story of you As it plays out, everyday, day after day, So unique, our stories Each one weaving a tale that is only one’s own… The people we meet, the friendships we make The experiences, good and bad Those times we spend …
And so election season is nearly upon us – at least four states (all biggies) will go to the polls this year. Unless the “one nation one election” proposal is implemented, this election process will continue throughout the year, year-on-year, perpetually. One set of assembly elections gets over, panchayat elections take over. Then another set …
Was a bit of an adventurous Sunday. Well, almost. We set out to Al Qudra Lake and religiously followed Google Maps, regardless of the street signs showing a slightly different detour. And well, we did end up at a lake, but it was the Expo lake, not Qudra. A good drive, except for the last …
And so Keshav finally discovered ‘Toy Story’ today. I had attempted to show him the movie around a year back, maybe it was too early back then. This week however, he started to speak about Mr. Potato Head and Buzz Lightyear, possibly introduced to him in school, and so I saw the opportunity. Saturday mornings …
Spent some time at the airport today… People…a lot of them, and suitcases Carrying goods of variety, gifts, sweetmeats… Eager eyes, aching bodies… Tired from the journey, but joyous in anticipation of relatives and friends who await them. Small dreams in their eyes, of moments to come of stories to tell, to hear, to discuss …
2162. That’s the number of days since I first started writing this blog regularly. Not a day missed – I wrote through sickness and health, through the birth of Rohāmrta and his sickness and health as well. Through the busy days (most) and the not-so-busy days (very few). What I don’t have in literary genius, …
A trip to the bookstore… A trail mostly forgotten By most of us who find ‘better’ things to get busy with… A trip to the bookstore… A joyful journey to an exciting destination of discovery… A trip to the bookstore… one that brings back fond memories of Mecca Stores and a once in a month …
