**Warning: TamBrahm Bashing** It is very easy to say "I am against the caste system". In fact, it is so easy, that everyone keeps saying it. I keep saying it too. Every now and then I try to see how exactly that statement reflects in my real life. What it means to me. Within my... Continue Reading →
As I age, I am tempted again and again - pardon me if I have repeated this many times- to simple writing. I want to use smaller sentences. I want to be clearer in my ideas. I want a certain fluidity in writing that sheds the unnecessary. The art of writing in simple and stacked... Continue Reading →
I haven't written about my time in Singapore for a reason. It disproportionately features in my most secretively hoarded memories. Whenever I think back to my time in Singapore I can feel my heart quickening and pulse racing. I cannot help it. When I try to write about it I have a feeling not very... Continue Reading →
One of USA's favorite past-times seems to me to label. Jet's fan. Mid-westerner. Black American. Places are not spared either. University Town. A term that fascinates me because of the single identity that the name conjures up. The University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill was warm. It was southern. And it produced two of... Continue Reading →
Someday, Mira, ask me about how you ended up like how you are. There are decisions that we took, are taking, and will take, that will end up shaping you into who you will turn out to be. We are aware of it, intensely. Your American passport, for example, might be a mundane legality that... Continue Reading →
My weighing scale would be inaccessible to me for the next one month. The last time I weighed myself I was 195 pounds or 88.5 kilograms. A couple of kilos more and I will surpass the heaviest I have been in my life. Not surprisingly I pant a lot when I climb stairs. I cannot run... Continue Reading →
I do not know why physical objects weigh heavily on my mind. I realized this only this month as I was getting rid of my furniture in an effort to downsize into a smaller apartment. Watching the furniture being carried out one by one, I could feel my heart lightening. For the longest time I... Continue Reading →
Because I do not know how it all ended, I might as well tell the story. It is about a girl who wanted a lumberjack husband to spend the winter with. She had always been exceptionally tall. I think that is why she always wanted a lumberjack. In the late afternoons, just as she wakes... Continue Reading →
Why cauterize wounds? The sight of a masked man walking towards a festering wound with a branding iron would set motion in us mortal fears. More often than not, these are battle wounds with neither the doctor nor the patient having had the luxury of clinical training. Sometimes the roles are reversed midway. The teeth... Continue Reading →
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