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It is with a sense of relief that I get my blog back. It's like reclaiming my thoughts. The truth of the matter is, he and I are exactly the same. Good looking, well spoken, charming, religious seekers, spiritual enthusiasts, yet undoubtedly involved in the world and consciously enjoying it's charms. We love seducing people, then claiming it was innocent from our side. We both have a strong of…
DURGA 14th November, 1956 “My Dear Husband, The room was a mess when I entered. A sari lay in a heap on the floor, pieces of paper flying around, a miniature whirlpool in the blast of the ceiling fan. Each scrap was its own individual map of the world, pieces of a puzzle far greater than themselves, unable to find the connecting fingers that should otherwise restore order to a game that is child’s…
Would you believe i heard the earth sigh? Its a low rumble, not to be mistaken for the bombinating drill of the neighbour's flat repair, or the low whirr of the washing machine in the adjacent room. This is a sound that comes from deep within, (a flat major arpeggio played together, if I am forced to be specific) which trembles almost tentatively, till it finally opens up and allows itself to…
She was shocked when she saw him. He looked bedraggled, like a puppy just born. His sweat hung like a cowl around his head, his hair was plastered to his head like a skull cap. Not the pretty ones the Muslim uncles used to wear when we were small, the delicately crocheted white doily shaped ones, which balanced perfectly on their heads. This hair was a mixture of grime, soot and smelt of anxiety.…
Are you broken by what you have seen? Do you find it unbearable to continue? Is that why you haven't reached out? Is this personal? Am I a generic unimportant expendable commodity, who can be shed easily like a pair of socks? I miss you. I miss our banter, I miss your counsel. I miss your words of an old man, which you write so well, I miss your words of a young man, seductive and ripe like a…
Soli nallaseth came for dinner last night. What a guy! A superb experience for antu. He listened to two pieces, and even critiqued them for him. He gave one great suggestion: apparently all education in Germany is free of charge. I must see what anesthesia degrees are valid there, if antu choses to go there after the 12th. I'm happy to move with him and practice there for a few years till he finds…
Dear Diary, Reading The Loneliness of Sunny and Sonia by Kiran Desai has hit uncomfortably close to home. I can't tell you how it's occupied my mind, made me introspect, and shake my view of this very tiny bubble that i inhabit. Is that the aim of good literature? To make you see the world through a different lens, or to unapologetically shine a mirror on your own life? Kiran desai is a gifted…
My dearest OB, The silence resonates, it deafens, it bombinates! It speaks its own piercing language, cutting through the air with a hollow determination. I understand the silence. I understand your love and loyalty for your wife, I understand your devotion to your family. I understand that you put them first and foremost above all else, and I admire you for that. I understand that associating…
Bombay heat is like living next to a tandoor. You can feel your eyes burn and ground cry below your feet, because the very impact of your foot fixes the burn firmly into the ground, like a horse being branded. There is simply no trace of rain! "If you look at the sky and find enough blue to make a sailor's suit, means it isn't going to rain," my mother used to declare. I spent minutes wondering…
Hey OB, How's it going? Life inching to "normal"? Is there a normal after you have stared at death in the face? I'm having alot of issues with MaMo. He's being very odd. I'm trying not to let it get under my skin, but I am a sensitive sort and very dependant on him financially, no doubt. I think I will have to hustle up some other surgeons for the future. We seem to have reached a road block:(…