Waves of solitude….

What is it about watching the oceans that makes one nostalgic, remember people and places, and wonder about life?

Room with a view

Standing at the glass panes is a de-stressor for me. In the expanse spread out before me I see so many things – observe new facets of the city. Traffic weaves it way in the roads below, life gushes forth everyday as people mill the streets, and birds encircle the sky.

Travel: elixir for life

It was like the entry into in a Universal Studios set, where one moment you are in line and the next moment you are living a fantasy. Failure, I thought, hits you in a similar fashion; suddenly out of nowhere, except that you know it’s been lurking in the dark all along.

Of memory prisms

One realizes as the years pass that parents never go away from our lives. At happy moments, more so in sad ones, they come unbidden in thoughts. Also, as time goes by one understands them more, in a way one never did when they were around.

Difficult mantra…

“Let go” the two magical , short and simple words are replete with confusion and difficulty. Whether flowing from ancient philosophical thought or the Whatsapp message of a friend, these two words are doled out as advice, as a solution and as a way of life.

Chronicling life

Chronicling our lives for our witnesses is something we strive for throughout. It is what gives our existence meaning and value.

A memory of Santorini

After eighteen years spent in Greece, Mr. Khaleel provided us shelter and warmth, welcoming us from the moment we had peeped in the door. It is these people, along with the likes of Sundar Pichai and Indra Nooyi, who carry the flame of their home country abroad.

Let my batteries charge

People seem to have lost their sense of proportion. Interactions are losing quality and an age of ‘impressionists’ has begun. This artificiality of relating to each other through verbosity, ‘forwardosity’ and ‘instantisity’ through a click is upsetting. It has dehumanized and brutalized us.

Lazing in the sun

Did the sun muddle my brain? Or is it important to bring contentment back into the reckoning?

End year musings

I guess, at last I have understood why it is important to celebrate the dawn of the New Year. Whatever day, month or time it is – all cultures and parts of the world have their new year demarcated.