In a confession
When I moved back from the US to India to start up, I thought I had it all figured out. I picked Mumbai because I had never truly lived there but only visited it during holidays. I had often heard my mom’s refrain “If you can live in…
How do you decide what to write about?
Do you plan ahead, do you have a back-up list of topics? Or do you write off the cuff?
It’s new week and I already forgot to do something important yesterday that I didn’t want to forget. I think I can fix it (I hope I can fix it), and thankfully all it will take is a phone call.
I hate HATE forgetting things. I HATE it. It happens all the time. Without a list…
Today I am working on adding value. I have been invited to attend a board meeting of the organization in my local area that helps battered women and children.
I am fortunate to have no experience in this area.
Corner seats in open air cafes. Bubbling laughter from across the way. Busboys with impressive mustaches. Broken english. Pleasant eyes that go back generations. Old friends in the corner pose for pictures. Then another. Then another. Angle. Sun. Pigeons. And back to their conversations…
I just left the jacuzzi at a buddy’s apartment, and as is to likely be expected for the next six months, the communal discussion steered toward the election.
As a broad statement, I hate election years.
I am at my wits end.
I don’t do well with vacations. What do I need a vacation from exactly? What do I even do with all this time? Clean my room for the fifth time today? Watch yet another episode of Orange is the New Black on Netflix? Go swimming by myself? Check my social…
I began my round of asking the person that I was with my university friends. Friends who knew me since the first month I started my tertiary education before my ideals were bludgeoned. Friends who saw me as I was all the way till I am.
I laughed at the anecdotes. When they asked the question in return, I searched the corners…
Never stick definitively stick to all the rules you’ve made for yourself, or the rules that other people have made. I already wrote 100 words earlier this morning, but as the evening winds down I felt compelled to write more, inspired by the late summer sun still lighting the day twenty minutes to 9…