I am on top of the mountain. Fairy lights are winking at me in the valley below. I imagine gentle laughter and the sound of tiny tinkling bells drifting up from them. Here I am surrounded by angels, I think! Or maybe my inner voice speaks. There are messages for me. And maybe for you. Listen.… Continue reading 4 Letter Words for Diwali!
People say that the death of a loved one is the greatest loss that can be experienced. I think losing the living is much harder. Here are some things I have learned from the losses over the years; mine as well as those of others who have trusted me enough to have shared theirs with… Continue reading 5 Lessons to Learn From Losing a Loved One
I was recently in a discussion on loving with two distinct sides where one – the romantics – were laughed at and the other – the rationalists – were convinced that they are superior with their arguments based on reason and logic. I backed off after a few minutes as it was entertaining to simply… Continue reading On ‘A Romantic’s Perspective on Love’
I found the man I would marry when I had just turned nineteen. And I did not have to seek him out, nor snatch him out of someone else’s embrace, or worry about him belonging with someone else whose territory I was poaching. I did not have to compete to win him over. Neither did… Continue reading On Saying ‘Thank You! I Love You.’
Things are as they are: Our reality is unique to each one of us as individuals. We are each an island; isolated and independent, complete and proud of our individualism. Yet, we desire to fall in step with a few others in our life’s journey, just to make it a pleasant shared experience. And so… Continue reading On ‘Waiting’
I am grateful to the friend who reminded me that without pain, we would never know joy; without grief, we would not know love. They are two sides of the same coin; inseparable. Images of my father flood my mind at unexpected moments in the day, from a quiet coffee break to the middle of… Continue reading On Endings and Beginnings
On some days, my supply of cuss words is inadequate to meet demand. I am tempted to productively use my time researching appropriate ones that fit my current situation. And feel so overwhelmed that ‘wtf’ becomes my highest and most evolved expression of feelings, flashing in my mind with each breath, which is incidentally around… Continue reading On ‘What Goes On In My Head When You Push My Buttons…’