Author Archives: Archana

About Archana

I'm Indian and Canadian, and many other countries in between. I read comics every morning and believe the world could do with slowing down.

The homegrown mango

“So-and-so kaku sent you some mangoes from her family farm in Kaij,” my mum announced, handing over a handful to me. I beamed in delight. I looked down lovingly at the three or four golden orbs cradled in my arms. … Continue reading

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Learning acceptance from a mangy dog

The skinny dog limped onto the road. Her ribs stuck out, a thin fur hanging unevenly over them. There was no one on the road at this time of the day; every sane soul was taking shelter from the sharp … Continue reading

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Summer Dusk

When was the last time you sat still and let the sinking, evening sun kiss your cheek goodbye? I mean, simply sat, doing nothing, unmoving, so that the fleeting rays could sneak one last peck before the night arrived? It … Continue reading

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Discovering Friendship in a Bhel Vendor

Every evening, as the sun begins to descend from its high perch, a bhel vendor quietly rolls his rickety food cart down my road. It is a daily, late afternoon ritual, when the sun’s rays take on softer tones, and … Continue reading

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Life Experiments: Vipassana Update

In a couple of months, it will be one year since I went on my first Vipassana meditation course. An anniversary brings a pause to things. There is an innate curiosity to step out of oneself and see how one … Continue reading

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It’s A Too-Hot Summer Already

It’s too hot, all of a sudden. Blasts from a furnace hit my face. I look up, scowling at the overheated sun. Why the wrath, I ask it? As if in response, a wave of steaming rays hits me. I … Continue reading

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The White Topi

The bicycle rode by, a middle-aged man astride. Or maybe he was slightly older than middle-aged. I couldn’t tell you because I was more focused on the white topi (cap) atop his head. Everything about him was as ordinary as … Continue reading

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