Category Archives: City life

Antidote to an off-day

Some days are just meant for saying “Thanks, Day,” and getting into bed. Once there, pick up a favourite book and read it again because it will take you down the same memory lane as the last time you read … Continue reading

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You can’t teach an old dog new tricks, but a new dog can teach you new ways

Sunday evening, the grocery store was crowded, as expected. I was in a tightly packed line, waiting to check out. All of a sudden, chaos erupted as a woman squealed. People pushed each other to step out of the away, … Continue reading

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Who’s the beggar, really?

The old man showed up one day on my street, out of the blue. Hunched, a wispy beard reaching down his chin, he carefully laid out his wares on the footpath. A few bottles, a big box, a smaller box, … Continue reading

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Kyoto: a balm for the world

Why has no one ever told me about Kyoto? If I had to be reborn, I would ask for it to be here, a million times over. Kyoto is serenity. (Run, don’t walk, here if you’re craving some calm.) The … Continue reading

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The brush-off

I was walking back from Carter Road, a lively promenade that embraces the Arabian Sea, when he brushed past me, this lanky dude of maybe 20 years, earphones tightly plugged into his dark ears. I was startled, and slowed down … Continue reading

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A dog on a summer afternoon

The sweat trickled down the back of my knees. I wiped the warm beads off of my upper lip and looked up. The ceiling fan was whirring, but not offering any relief. Outside my window, leaves rustled, giving the illusion … Continue reading

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The fruit-seller

“What kind of mangoes are those?” I asked the old fruit-seller on the street corner, pointing at some big, yellow ones taking pride of place in the middle of the fruit display. He was on the side, busy setting up … Continue reading

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