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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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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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Homage to a gentle soul

This blog is about life, in big and small ways. An undeniable part of life is when we lose our loved ones. Instead of looking at it as a loss, however, perhaps it is the way to remember them forever. … Continue reading

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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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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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When a song made me a kid again

This morning, I was exploring Indian classical music on YouTube, and stumbled on Bhimsen Joshi’s Majhe maher pandhari. It’s one of his famous devotional songs, though I’m not personally familiar with it. As I listened to the circular rhythm of … 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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