I was one of those restless children. I could never bring myself to sit still. I loved the great outdoors, I lived to get muddy, and I collected scabs with the enthusiasm of a wine collector looking to fill his cellar with rare vintages. So it goes without saying that reading was never at the top of my list of priorities; in fact, it had … Continue reading How the Elephant Got Its Trunk
I spent the last weekend rediscovering my roots a little with my Amma and Atha (maternal grandparents) at my mum’s home in Pathanapuram. It’s a one hour drive from my place; back in the day, you’d need two buses and a jeep if you didn’t have the luxury of a private vehicle or the time to wait around for one of those rare direct buses. … Continue reading Elephant Yam
I have lied on my resume. I’m not a team player by instinct. But by conventional standards, it is a definitely a skill that recruiters look for while scanning the piles of resumes that are nearly indistinguishable from each other. So I followed the protocol that our college dictated and put ‘teamwork’ right up there with ‘work ethics’. Feeling like this made my ‘work ethics’ … Continue reading The Butterfly Maker
Before the holy month of Ramadan ends, I felt like sharing the role of prayer in my life. As a Muslim, I have been taught to pray five times a day: Fajr, Zuhr, Azar, Maghrib, and Isha. Have I followed the recommended dosage of prayer regularly? Honestly? No. And that is mostly because I don’t pray in an effort to show people that I pray. … Continue reading A Prayer for My Soul.
For me, everything bright and beautiful is tinged with yellow, however subtly. I can describe this pretty colour in a thousand ways. Yellow is the warmth on fine sunny days, holding you in a cozy embrace and wiping away the sorrows of the cold nights you have endured. It is in the streaks running through autumn leaves as they fall off the trees and crunch … Continue reading Colour Me Yellow
When you realize that you’re smaller than a ripple in the smallest lake, smaller than a drop of paint in the Sistine Chapel, smaller even than a raindrop in a tropical storm, that’s when you really start to grow. AF And we can grow only if we are open to change. As a society, we encourage people to be vary of the word ‘change’, unwittingly … Continue reading Anew
‘Home’ has always been an abstract concept for me. And a somewhat dynamic one, because we used to move around a lot to accommodate my mum’s commuting conveniences. In fact, we have shifted so many times, I stopped keeping count after a point. Some might have been annoyed at the constant ‘uprooting’ – leaving behind your favorite neighbor or neighborhood candy store can be tough … Continue reading Where My Heart Is.
The Pariah Niche 