Once again she was there at 8 a.m., outside the principal’s office. The principal, a Jesuit father, walked in at 8:15 a.m. She waited for 15 mins, giving him a chance to settle down, and then, with a gentle knock on the swinging panes of the door – “May I come in Father?” This is… Continue reading How My Mother Gave Us An Education
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Cherishing The Year As It Closes
I like the year-end time. There are no festivities at home, and one is granted a holiday by the world or society at large. This gives the opportunity for some year-end stock taking with an easy mindspace. Or if I choose to do absolutely nothing about the year coming to a close, that is absolutely… Continue reading Cherishing The Year As It Closes
Broken but…
This digital sketch feels like a self-portrait on the days when I am unwell. It is an offering to anyone to make their own, when they feel broken but know that the beauty within is still intact.
She Knew My Language
For the Charlotte chapter of my life, God gifted me Jane Frazier. He put her in the parking lot, for me to discover her there. Something had prompted me to go and talk to her that afternoon when the local churches had got together to give furniture to international students like myself, who had come… Continue reading She Knew My Language
Find Your Own Resolve
This piece written spontaneously one day has helped me tremendously in navigating relationships and keeping focus. Now I am an adult – I must eat my own food, clean my own clothes. Whether I can contribute in anyone else’s life or not at least I should be able to feed myself – no grown animal… Continue reading Find Your Own Resolve
words can be trees
black
“What was he doing, the great god Pan, down in the reeds by the river?…” Sometimes some poem stays in us for years, to decompose slowly. So it was with The Musical Instrument by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, decomposing in me for years. I had read it when I was in high school. It is about… Continue reading black
Served Breakfast By The Universe
It happened one morning in Manipal that I was served breakfast by the universe. That morning still lives in me. I sat down on the floor with my glass of sattu, almonds and fruits ― and then this thought stream started ― Thank you Papa for buying this sattu again and again, thank you Mummy… Continue reading Served Breakfast By The Universe
The Car Horn
Quite like a rod would physically penetrate the chest, the sound of the car horn penetrated me. It hurt. It hurts whenever I hear a piercing loud car horn. I am sitting on the terrace at home in a small town near Bangalore, called Udupi. The sound of traffic is constant almost all day long.… Continue reading The Car Horn
This Need Not Be
A guest post today – book excerpt from A Course In Miracles If you cannot hear the Voice for God, it is because you do not choose to listen. That you do listen to the voice of your ego is demonstrated by your attitudes, your feelings and your behavior. Yet this is what you want.… Continue reading This Need Not Be