Tapas; 73 years on…

For the past 10 weeks, once every two weeks we have been getting together to re-engage with Gandhi in a self-exploration exercise, using Gandhi as a mirror. The heaviness of this particular morning was not lost in any of us. It is the 74th Independence Day for India.

Abyss

“By not knowing, not hoping to know, and not acting like we know what’s happening, we begin to access our inner strength” – Pema Chodron

Tryst with the Kilimanjaro – starting where it started

As my flight home took off and slowly raised over the first layer of clouds something caught my eye, peaking out of the clouds. “Could that be…?”, my mind was racing when the captain’s voice came over the PA system. “If you look to your right, you can see the top of the Mt. Kilimanjaro”….

“We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls” – Anais Nin     Photo Courtesy: Leio McLaren

Ancestor

I am the mother. Nothing groundbreaking about that, you say. But I breathe the intensity of those words in. I am feeling the weight of them for the first time. I am. The. Mother. My daughter calls me from her college city to ask me about payments and to report on her life. I tell…

I refuse to blame you

You say the words. The words I was afraid I would hear. I had postponed my question and pushed this moment as far as possible precisely because you would say these words. My heart breaks. Into a million pieces. I cannot speak. Cannot find the words. Tears well up. I suck air in hard to…

ஊர்ப் பயணம்

நடிகை முகம் வரைந்ததனியார் பேருந்துகளிலும்பின் போட்டுக் குத்தியதுப்பட்டாவிலும்முதுகு வரை தொங்கும்மல்லிகைச் சரத்திலும்கண்ணில் படும்கலர் கைலிகளிலும்பைபாஸ் ரோடுகளில்பறிபோனதோ எனத் தவித்தஇளமை நாட்கள்இன்னும் வாழ்ந்துகொண்டிருக்கின்றன.

As I lay my head on the pillow…

Today I make place for you in my bed. I have saved the space. Fitted with hopes And pillows of dreams. Empty. It seemed easier To fill the void; And I tried. In my attempts to grasp I failed to see how I was flailing. Doing, so much easier than seeing. Not today. I gather…

முள்ளாய் மலரும் கணங்கள்

நீ இல்லை என்பதுமறந்துவிடுகிறது.குரல் கொடுத்தபின்நாக்கைக் கடித்துக் கொள்கிறேன்.அத்தனை மறதியா?இல்லைஅத்தனை ஞாபகமா?

சொல்லோம்பல் – When you talk…

(English version below) சில வார்த்தைகள் அடிநாக்கில் தேனாய் கரையக் கரையத் தித்திக்கும். சில பல்லிடுக்கில் நாராய் தொடத் தொட உறுத்தும். இன்னும் சில பச்சை மிளகாயாய் மாற்றம் தேட வைக்கும். சில வார்த்தைகள் சுடுசோற்றில் நெய்யாய், சொல்லாத போதும் தொக்கி நின்று தவிப்பூட்டும். விருந்து படைத்தாய் என்னுயிரே அத்தனையும் ருசிக்கிறதே. Words.Some, delicious.The lingering aftertaste,addictive.Full of fragrance.Some, stuck.Calling me to look at them.Again and again.Neither erased. Nor understood.Some sting.And…

I learnt to cry

Tears. Salt and water. Just salt and water. I derided tears. Don’t be a cry baby, I was probably told. What I remember vividly is being praised for the baby who hardly cried; no ruckus. So easy. Reliable. She doesn’t cause trouble. Still water. Later in life, my yoga teacher would tell me, “Cry. Let…

Click that photo. You don’t know when you need it!

I stared at her. “You don’t have any?”, she asked in disbelief, “Not even one?”. “No”, I didn’t have to say it. My blank eyes were enough. The cause behind this emotional exchange was a seemingly harmless question on her graduation form. “Share a picture from your first day at school.” Why, Inventure, why? They…

Maitri mangoes

This is not what I set out to write today. But an unexpected afternoon experience changed my subject. #summer #mangoes