Monthly Archives: October 2005

Made in India

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Mango Lassi and My Brief Affair with India

The smell of cumin and tumeric. Of incense and heavy thick swirls.
Henna. Of dreams to go to India, and get my sari and bindi. To take pictures of the other side of the world.

Despite our initial enthusiasm, it was an extremely brief visit to Little India on the eve of deepavali. The crowd was crazy and di was extremely uncomfortable lugging her humongous stuffed-tortise around (now that’s a different story altogether).

Chriss, on the other hand, had good luck. Warm bird shit from the sky. Like a gift from the Gods.

Now, if I should be so lucky.

How To Be A Hero

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postscript

Far too often, we are affected by little nittygritty things that happen in our lives. I know I have been. Everyone has. Times when we have been accused, maligned, hurt, crying from the depths of our hearts, betrayed…

and it feels like you’re just paddling in the water and not moving

or the invisible walls around you collapse and attempt to suffocate you

when you shout and scream but no one seems to hear you

what do you do?

I, too, have had my battles to fight. And during the journey, with my sword and weapons, I often come out bleeding. I look at myself and see more wounds and limbs missing because I want justice. Or so I think.

It doesn’t mean that you are a coward if you do not clear your name. Instead, I believe that you become KING, when you walk away. You emerge victorious. Because the hardest thing to achieve in life, to swallow, to take

- is to walk away.

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I believe in you.