They are back
Yes, they are, Mi! The sparrows. Each morning, as I sit on my porcelain throne, I can hear the musical cheep cheep cheep of this sparrow, which am sure, is very close – probably right there in our...
View ArticleYour Song
This song has been playing over and over in my head, partly thanks to Sury singing it whenever it plays on the radio. I love the bond we share, united in remembering you and your very essence when we...
View Article99 things I love
Such fond memories of making gratitude lists with you, Mi! Every time I felt low, you quietly passed me the pad and pencil you always had by your side and simply said “Write”. And I did. I am not sure...
View ArticleSweat and Tears
By the way, I am using hair oil disguised as cream from garnier (because I am worth it) and it makes my hair smell like it was just washed – not shampoo fragranced just washed, but wet hair just...
View ArticleChange
On the way to the Post Office the other day, I got a rude shock when I saw that the 8th cross market was no more, Mi!. I rather felt like Rip Van Winkle, waking up to see the world as I knew it had...
View ArticleMagic
Life is like magic, just like you used to say, Mi, although I must confess I never quite believed it. I guess I was too cynical to just accept something like that. But you often said, with your...
View ArticlePause
As usual, I took a break today to look at some old photos. You know how it is – look at one, and it triggers a few more albums…and memories that surround the photos. Today I was looking at our...
View ArticleWhy Mi
While my immediate response to that is “Why not Mi?” that question warrants an answer. Here’s the thing, Mi. I’ve had many people point out that I had possibly misspelt “Me” as “Mi” There was a time...
View ArticleSpace
Did I tell you I’ve scrubbed the doors to your room, Mi? I’ve removed all the stickers and their residue. I felt a little restless and thought the best way to get over it is to do something vigorous....
View ArticleNineteen
Nothing like a good old rewind on life, eh, Mi? Considering we cannot actually turn the clock back, it is a good thing we have memories and love to wallow in nostalgia every once in a while. Nah, it is...
View ArticleSo
So I actually slacked off for the better part of this afternoon, Mi. I was a bit tired after wrapping up a mini-project I really enjoyed and then catching up with the other work deadlines, which meant...
View ArticleSounds
I pulled the covers around me cozily, Mi,chiding myself yet again for going to bed so late, and resolving to wind up earlier from now on. Famous last words. As I got accustomed to the night sounds, the...
View ArticleAffirmation
A bit of self-affirmations today, Mi. It has been an eventful day. But as you’d love to say, not without the silver linings – can’t let them get past me, right? ♥ Shelve your history Let your...
View ArticleDifferent
Today is Diwali, Mi. But none of that gangasnanam, Deebavali marundu, oil bath, sweets and the like. This year, we’re super low key. It is almost as though we don’t celebrate this festival. Except we...
View ArticleTime
The ‘flu is visiting us, so the quiet day at home continues as the sounds and smell of firecrackers fill the air outside, Mi. After a bit of fitful sleep where, in between checking the clock, I dreamed...
View ArticleDreams
Yesterday it was Pele, Mi. Today it was Sharda and the old gang. While I don’t remember the exact details – I suspect I’ll have flashes of memory at the oddest times and burst out laughing – but I know...
View ArticleDown
Camp: Bed, Status: ‘Flu Truly and properly down with the ‘flu and a wheezy hacking cough that is turning wheezier and more painful by the minute, Mi. And the headache, oh! Since you know what that...
View ArticleStill
Camp:Bed Funny how, when we’re sick and in bed and can’t open our eyes because even the darkness is too bright, everything else comes into sharp focus. I remember thinking I should get up and switch...
View ArticleSlow Motion
Camp: bed I am already tired of being sick. I decided to make some tomato soup but ended up overdoing the pepper in it. It seared a path all the way through my system. It however felt rather good. A...
View ArticleSampige
I always think of you like this. Enjoying your sampige flowers. Even when they’re dry, their fragrance lingers. In your shelf, among your handkerchiefs and pillowcases. Or I could be imagining it,...
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