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 →
Biting arctic winds swept down from the north across the great lake and Chicago froze last week. I landed in O'Hare airport just as Chicago was thawing, on Monday, the week after the polar vortex hit. It was still cold but some semblance of balance had been restored. Chicago was back to being warmer than... Continue Reading →
Tellingly, it is only when I think of Community Bookstore, among all the bookstores that I frequent regularly, that I realize how far I have come from my roots. Counting sheer hours I have spent in bookstores, I have spent the most hours in Community Bookstore till date. Initially, it was a five-minute walk from... 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 →
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 →
6-month-old Mira is a joy to watch. She has a pacifier in her mouth and an expression of intent concentration when banging a cardboard book with her hands. Throwing the book down, she looks up, stares at me, smiles like I never see an adult smile, strain to get up from a reclined position on... Continue Reading →
There is one major decision that stares me in my face everytime I sit back. Should I stick around in the USA or should I pack my bags for another country, most likely India? The End That it should come to this was becoming apparent for some time now. Every time the question comes up... Continue Reading →
Twice in the last 3 months, I had sat across the final hiring manager explaining why he cannot just hire me to work for the role. Each had had multiple rounds of interviews, prodding questions, tests of wit, intelligence, and drive, with many individuals, all of which I managed to navigate successfully, seeing that I... Continue Reading →
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