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YOU HAVE FAILED
It was the spring of ‘83 when my mother insanely obsessed with English medium schools dragged me into a tiny nursery school that apparently was a prep school for a deemed convent. The winding steps, my mother shouting orders to hurry up and my turquoise frock getting stuck in the grill weren’t really a bright start. However the books and copies for practice were bought, so was a boring dull brown…
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"how are you?'
“how are you?’
A gynaecologist friend of mine said in jest, “instead of matching horoscopes, match the family chart of illnesses, you will save the future children.” We laughed over it because both of us suffer from similar family histories. Later that night while I was reading my father’s creatinine reports, I smirked that I was predisposed to an illness which definitely is not a piece of great information for…
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HER Home we lived in
HER Home we lived in
It was in the year 2004, the month of October, and my husband was posted to Assam. I was absolutely delighted to be living in the midst of the tea gardens. But then there is always an anticlimax to all those imaginations in our heads. Instead, we got the corner most house next to the jungle. I wasn’t exactly ecstatic so to say. It was a little better than the cantankerous state. The only glorious…
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I really have a cuckoo in my head
I really have a cuckoo in my head
Most people almost think of me as pompous and uppity until they have a real conversation with me. After having gone through a few of my life-changing, err let’s call them experiences I have recoiled to a certain extent. Right from where I can remember, I have been a bone of contention whether it was in school, at home or anywhere else. No one wanted to be my friend in school, and despite being a…
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Pranayama for skincare.
When we pay heed to the word, प्राणायाम, prāṇāyām it simply is an amalgamation of two words Prana meaning energy and Ayama meaning control. It is the energy that envigorates itself into the body of a person. In recent times there has been an awakening in terms of the importance of Yog kriya and Pranayama that results in a healthy body and mind. One key fact many do not know is that besides good…
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Startup ready?
Investiture for Investment “We are our choices. Build yourself a great story.”- Jeff Bezos, Amazon Founder. He left his thrifty job as an investment banker and started a virtual bookstore, the rest as they say is history. A startup is just an idea waiting to be realised, however, the process thereafter is the learning curve. For startup entrepreneurs, fundraising is more arduous than the…
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my skin journey
“Be good to your skin. You’ll wear it every day for the rest of your life.” – Renee Rouleau I’m tired of all this nonsense about beauty being only skin-deep. That’s deep enough. What do you want, an adorable pancreas? Skin is the largest organ of our body and also the most exposed to climatic change. It is unfortunate that most of us treat the face as the crown jewel and the rest of the body…
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That day
I had moved to Assam in the year 2004 and living amidst the tea gardens was but a dream. For a city girl like me, it was an arduous effort to accept that night fell at 4 pm and that we had to live within our campus. Our social life was extremely hectic and we had a whale of a time with parties, get togethers, celebrations all the time. While we did have a fairly self sufficient campus, we had to…
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An orison
Photo by ROMAN ODINTSOV on Pexels.com Love is pure and it is a cure but love is a verb Ushered with a pretty shrub Love is intangible, within our mind, body and soul;Unexplainable as the mysterious black hole. It is seamless, selfless and kin Unseen, vaporous, a kindle that two souls find. The heart beats to the rhythm of the other When you smile silly, dauntless in the presence of the…
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I Undo
She was getting inside the elevator when he saw her, clad in an ochre sari, her heavily kohled eyes were the most expressive eyes. She was busy looking for something inside her bag, hardly noticed that his gaze was transfixed on her. He simply could not take his eyes off. At the fifth floor her husky voice said, “excuse me!” as she gently moved past him. The whiff of her fragrance was…
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The Tenant
“My body homes a few invisible demons my mind is where they stay; and one at a time they wake up and begin their sacrilegious play. no rhyme or no reason and never had a season oft they’d wake up slow with stealth, unforgiving with the cards they dealt. Behind the closed doors of my mind they’d sometimes loosen the grip of their bind. open the windows yet bolt the doors, just enough to…
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Cattitude
I saved my cats because I was vigilant and trusted my intuition when one didn't seem right. save lives with early intervention
When I was born, there were two dogs in the house already, as I grew up having dogs was a part of my being. However once I grew up and got married my tryst with pets changed. In the winter of 2020, I went to my sister’s. She had a mad dog and had recently adopted a cat and named her Peluche, soft toy in french. She was far from being a peluche but more of a fantôme. I was petrified of cats to the…
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The photo album
what is my religion?
Every time I went home to my parents’, I would dig up old albums and make my parents repeat the same stories. This time it was slightly different. A few days before my mum committed suicide, one afternoon, under the cool air of the air conditioner, I brought out the album. My mother fussed as usual, however she had a different story to tell. She was the closest to my grandmama and her sisters…
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Guilt, Regrets and a bucketful of memories
Guilt, Regrets and a bucketful of memories
Ma as I called my mother and I never shared any sort of camaraderie ever since I was growing up. Truth to be told, I did not understand who she was. A woman of middle stature, long black hair upto her waist, fair and someone who was always very important to our household. she always had the last say.While I was always at loggerheads with her she did not really have the SOP to be a mother at 17.…
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Marhaba Lohri
I recently started mentoring a young man of eleven on creative writing. Rudy as he likes to be called, is smart, tech savvy and needless to say a millennial, hence while I teach him old school English, he teaches me all the cool things ever. We usually meet over zoom on Fridays and Sundays. This Friday happened to be Makar Sankranti. Hence we started on this blog where he wrote and I assisted on…
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