I have a long list of tiny things to do, Mi. But they have to be done. Mundane stuff like calling the paperwala, change the sheets, scrub the bathrooms, clear out some clutter, take stock of groceries and refill, sweep, dust, mop, yada yada – the usual suspects. I’ve been…
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Having such a lovely time sorting through the toys, Mi. I know, I wish I could keep them forever, but what’s the point. Vidur asked a wonderfully valid question: better to give them to kids who’ll play with them than store them, right? Yes, of course. So I am doing…
So I went and met Gopumama, Mi. Sury had a talk in Chennai and on impulse, I accompanied him, thinking it would be nice to see mama. I spoke to him a couple of weeks earlier. Finally I feel he’s getting old—he’ll be 80 this year, can you believe it?…
So, I have this heavy feeling inside me and it is not from the few kilos I am trying to shed, Mi. It’s deeper than that. The feeling of wanting to cry. Some days, even though I am busy doing all that I have to do there’s the underlying sadness.…
We were sitting in the cafeteria, after hovering around the ICCU all morning, waiting for one of the doctors to appear so we could grab every chance to see you, Mi. The tubes running in and out of you were alarming. We were dejected to hear that they were not…
Another year, Mi. Seems like the days are whizzing by. There are weeks when I wonder if there was even a Monday to Friday because it seems like a Saturday way too soon. Of course I know Time and Tide wait for no woman, but still! And what have I…