Category: reflections

Some day, some days

some day coffee with mi vidya sury

Some day. Yeah yeah yeah. I know that’s not a day of the week, Mi, but nevertheless it feels good to fantasize about the things I’d love to do, some day. Now you might raise an eyebrow and ask what or who is stopping me from converting fantasy to reality....

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Not so smoothie

not so smoothie vidya Sury

Every once in a while, I want to do the “green” stuff, Mi. Not that I don’t live green to some extent–considering all the green chutneys and salads and fresh fruit–but you know what I mean! All the media, I suppose. So anyway, much against my better judgment, I thought...

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Changing habits

Changing Habits Vidya Sury

I did something earth-shattering, Mi! I reduced my coffee intake. And I think fruits are responsible for this waning desperation to have a cup of coffee. Also, travel. We don’t get good coffee everywhere we go, and it is always safer to stick to tea. Shocking, eh? However, I always...

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Inching On

inching along coffee with mi vidya sury

Funny how sometimes a movie-binge can restore the mental balance. Yesterday, in spite of all we had to do, we were determined to watch a movie. And we did. Right after lunch, because that’s the ideal time. We went so far as to plan it the night before. Of course,...

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As usual

As usual Memories Vidya Sury

So yes, it is. And suddenly the almost-three-month break is fizzling out with just four days to go, Mi. We tried to make it as enjoyable as possible. Of course we made lists of all the things we wanted to do…but as usual, we proposed and Life disposed. As usual...

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Serendipity

serendipity coffee with mi vidya sury

It is that time when I must take stock around the house and dispose off eggestras. And of course, as usual, Fate beat me to it. I opened the fridge to keep something and was about to shut the door when my eye caught something strange. I opened the door...

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Crybaby

vidya sury coffee with mi

Can you believe I see the obit column, titled “Tribute” in the newspaper and shed tears every day? They come unbidden. It is not like I want to cry, Mi, although these days my tears are always at the ready to pour at the slightest trigger – be it sadness or...

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