Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
It has been a while since I wrote. Been a while since I even thought of writing, to be honest. In the words of John Lennon, "Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans" and it it holds true even now, decades after he said it. I turned a year older recently. Had... Continue Reading →
My aunt died recently. She was actually my husband's aunt but the distinction wasn't ever really a thing. In Urdu, Aapa means elder sister and that's how I heard her referred to by many of people around her. My husband's family speaks Telugu and typically she would have been referred to as Peddamma (elder mother/aunt)... Continue Reading →
TO's ideas about life and death are shaped quite a bit by the things he sees online. And since he sees more grown- up content these days vis-a-vis Mickey Mouse Club House, Noddy et al, death is portrayed more in the Occidental way than it is the Oriental or Indian way. He's seen characters who... Continue Reading →
It is a theory of mine that depending upon the kind of ride TO is in, his thought process changes accordingly. I had a flat tire today and had to take an auto rickshaw to get around. I think the abundance of the fresh-polluted air got to him and he came up with such gems... Continue Reading →
TO learnt a rather tough lesson today- about life, death and how you can't save everyone. A pigeon had laid her eggs behind the AC unit on one of our window parapets. It was sheltered from other birds, the strong winds and still gave enough access to the warmth of the sun. In due time... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 