Mira loves spotting cats. She is great at it. I am fairly observant too, but her eyes seem sharper and her ability to spot feline hiding spots seems highly tuned. She lets out a small yelp or a dramatic "caaatt" in a low voice when she spots one. Cats are evening routines though. Early mornings,... Continue Reading →
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 →
Whenever I reread what I've written, I notice the writing patterns I adopt. The tone ranges from neutral to introspective, the themes range from the didactic ideological to self-reflection. Sometimes I mildly rant and rile but come back to a point of stability. I like the tone. I also cannot say that I do not... 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 →
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 →
I've had a traveling injury that first started from my right shoulder. Slowly the pain migrated to my lower back and finally came to rest on my right ankle. Over the past 7 months, I have paid some attention to how it has immobilized me, forcing me to rely on other body parts to make... 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 →
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