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Making Friends With Myself

After almost a month’s hiatus, I returned to my yoga class this weekend. As I spread into my favourite warrior pose, I had a resounding feeling of coming home. My mind and spirit filled into the dusty, forgotten physical nooks … Continue reading

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The Human-ness of a Real Conversation

There is nothing more soul-fulfilling than a friend. I met a dear friend for an evening out recently. He and I have been in touch over digital airwaves, yet the inadequacy of social media technology was fully exposed within the … Continue reading

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How to do compassion

“Dad, could you turn a light on?” she asked. “Monsters?” “Yes.” “Ok.” “Still scared?” she whispered. “No, thank you,” the monster said. credits: A Small Fiction (Twitter handle: @ASmallFiction)  

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People that know the ‘old’ you

I spent this weekend with people that have known me from 30 years and earlier, if not more. My maternal aunt, who has known me since I was born, and took care of me every summer (I have written about … Continue reading

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Big-hearted bullies

I pulled out of the building premises, waiting for a gap to merge into traffic. The road was packed, like a can of sardines. Cars, motorbikes and taxis were at a standstill. In front of me stood a big red … 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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Perfection of the present moment

It’s Sunday, usually a low-key day for me because I can’t muster the emotional stamina to face Mumbai’s traffic. So, I’m mostly at home, wandering around the spaces in my memories – the long-vacated classrooms, childhood parks, cross-country drives, dark, … Continue reading

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