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Cote D’Ivoire, A Tiny Country With a Big Heart

In Cote D’Ivoire, a tiny country in West Africa, there is a lot of love to go around. I experienced it firsthand, when I traveled to Abidjan, the biggest city, and Assinie, a sleepy beach resort, to be with my … 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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Unexpected Civility

It was the evening rush hour, and the roads were choked. Tiny cars squeezed between larger sedans, creating new lanes where none existed. Motorbikes waited hungrily for the traffic signal to turn, ready to pounce on the first opening to … Continue reading

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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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