By the time, Mira, you have a conversation with me about politics, I would not know how I'd have changed from now. I would also not know how the world would have changed. Maybe it is these fears of the unknown that I want to forestall by writing this down now. I have seen how... Continue Reading →
This year I saw Mira for exactly 3 weeks. The rest of the time I have only watched her from afar, catching snatches of her morning routines or her bedtime sleepy face. I get her to say hi, blow me kisses, make her smile, and in general have a repeating conversation of "what are you... Continue Reading →
Every day I wait for my phone to light up with the familiar blue light of a WhatsApp Video call. I swipe up to pick the call and two faces beam into my world filling me with happiness. The joy I get from my family undermines my vocal cynicism of marriage and my words of... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, on a Thursday, I went to the movies. Till date, as a family, as just the 4 of us, my father, my mother, my sister, and I, we have watched one movie in the theatre - Paatti Sollai Thattaadhe. At Solavandhaan theatre in Arasaradi, Madurai. The very first movie I remember watching in the theatre... Continue Reading →
Like any parent of an 8-month-old girl, I think a lot about how Mira should grow up. One of my favorite ways to pass time is to make up various qualities she would possess as she grows up and to imagine a montage of her blossoming into a beautiful and strong girl. Sometimes this would take... Continue Reading →
Mira gurgled curdled milk out her nose and mouth, bobbed her head around drunkenly and grinned at the wall. Screams ensued and tears of guilt streamed down everyone else's faces with exaggerated expressions of concern. Both reactions had a calculated feel. The adults were being kids and Mira is just 3 months old. About the... Continue Reading →
**Trigger Warning** **Foul language** **birth and mortality** **boring shit** Guys fuck girls fuck guys in real life. Or so I have heard. I kind of missed that part. I hope you don't. Don't take my word for it kid. That is kind of how all, ok not all, most of the dickheads and cunts walking... Continue Reading →
Of course, I want all the usual stuff. I want a clingy Koala bear-like tiny girl who sticks to me for dear life and shyly buries her face in my neck when aunts and uncles coax her into talking with them. A little bundle of curiosity and wonderment that I have to constantly pry from... Continue Reading →
Hygge, the Danish concept of happiness and gratitude, stems from belonging. Belonging geographically and emotionally to home and family. I threw the book I was reading on Hygge away in disgust. Both were ideas that were alien to me for a long time. Halfway through my adult life, I was once asked if I was an... Continue Reading →
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