Chiffonesque

While walking down the steps from the office to the ground floor, I saw a cobweb in the corner of a window sill. There it was  - a laced universe spun out of something, glinting in warm sunlight. It was very beautiful. Beyond beautiful. Could make you forget to breathe for a second. It was something that a creature called home. It was something another creature would sweep off in just a second. But there it was, being held in the light. So many lovely things are seen when the sun comes out.

I think here's why. Without the drama, there is the void. Not peace. But initially, until peace gets infused with its multifurled sweetness, there is the void. And where there is the void, there is fear. To avoid the fear, there is drama. To distract. To avoid. To make mythic what is blatantly true. Why the drama? Because without it, there will be truth. And that truth will be nothing. 

A quick round-up of what all has been happening: After making a pronouncement that I will only read fiction and not non-fiction, a colleague at work recommended Sheryl Richardon's 'Lean In'. I downloaded the book and started on it. It seems very compelling. Compelling enough to put aside Norwegian Wood by Murakami. So I have eaten my words. I love the Pocket app. You can save a webpage onto that and then access it anywhere, even when there is no Internet connection. I also love Pinterest. There is some really beautiful stuff out there. My favorites are the quirky messages that are put up in funky fonts. A friend and her family had come over the weekend. Although I worked a little bit over the weekend, it was really fun being with her twin little girls. Watching children play is so soothing. A little like watching fish in an aquarium. Situation with cook is getting a little bothersome. Today she chopped up pears along with the sticker. Went to Euriska at KP with

 Today I parked my car in the usual spot. I sat inside waiting for the song on the radio to finish. I really like that song. Somewhere ahead, the shadow of a tree lay on the brick-laid road like a pool of comfort. A crow hopped into that shade. I think it decided to fly but then it decided not to. So just as it had taken flight, it soared a feet above the ground, then fluttered somewhat and landed again. That moment, when it soared - with its wings pointed down, en pointe , it looked as if it were doing ballet. It's body is a little taut with the shade of the tree creating a diffused halo around it. That moment when it soared, it wasn't a bird with black feathers. It was a quiet bird of paradise that simply showed the feathers it liked best. Beauty echoes.

Today I complete three years in Pune. It was a good decision, to move out of Bombay. I wanted an experience that was new, fresh, and expansive. Three years in Pune has not been easy. In fact, it has been far tougher than in anyother place I've stayed. Well, the other cities have been Bombay and Delhi. But then I stayed in three different places in Bombay. So in a sense I've been around. I was in Pune when I had decided to marry. Last year, I was in Pune when I got divorced. So much has happened but in some sense, things have come a full circle. I have learnt a lot here. Having my own house, having the experience of walking to work, of having a hill close by to walk to, learning yoga, slicing a kiwi for the first time, sitting in the balcony with a steaming cup of tea with nothing but sunshine, birds, and treetops for company...yes, it has been good. Three years in Pune. If the experience had a shape, it would be lots of colourful dots arranged in a circle with the loop not

Last night, I had driven to Koregaon Park with a friend. It was a spur of the moment plan. It's nice to have a car that works, a tank that's full(ish), roads that are reasonably empty, and a place like Koregaon Park with street corners and lanes that seem to be in a different time-zone altogether. There, it seemed like Christmas was still trailing in. It felt like a couple of weeks before Christmas when the world is just winding down and getting ready to put on something sparkly and head out. We had an Egyptian dukka fondue at Moshe's and then some malai ice-cream and strawberries at Naturals. That combination of snow-white and plush red is so gorgeous! Looked better than it tasted but I'm not complaining. It was a sweet night.

Ember turned the snow globe. Soft snow bits swirled around the tiny Berlin wall. She ran her fingers across the inscription on the glass: ‘The things that are most important must not be at the mercy of things that are least important.’ - Goethe. What was most important was that book in her head, “5 ways to a rainbow.” What was least important was her list of to-dos that she’d scribbled into her Moleskin. Every undone item from the day before would percolate and spill on to the next day’s list. The usual suspects were mainly two: (1)     Write one chapter (2)     Contact Ma She would underline point no. 1 and put stars around it every single day. All this living in lurches and bouts – she believed – was to ultimately help her write that book. She even had the premise ready and all that. It would be the coming-of-age story of a little girl who grows up in a small village. During her life, she sees how a library and a pawn shop changed her village and the destiny of its in

I stepped out of the house at 7:15 a.m. - nearly forty-five minutes later than I usually go for a walk. It was freezing. The cold sucker-punched me. I yawned and there was a little cloud of fog floating out of my mouth. It always seems like magic. Maybe one day I'll take a different turn to the main road and I'll find a snow-capped mountain in Pune. Who knows? Cold days crackle with magic somedays.

A great dinner at Moshe's last night. My friend and I drove down there after work which in itself felt like a novelty. The drive was of course lovely because it was Koregaon Park and it was also Tuesday and there was a sweet breeze shimmying through the skies. At Moshe's, we tried a cheese platter which is quite lovely. There are slivers of some four or five slices of cheese, nice warm bread, crisp wheat-crackers, olives, and a stalk of asparagus that we nibbled off later. The cheeses were really good. I don't like cheese so much but the varieties that were offered were really good. Mostly mellow and smooth, although one of them had a slightly sharp taste. There was a side of fried potato skins which were also crisp and nicely seasoned. The dessert platter came with some very tiny, dainty looking things which seemed to have been made in a doll-house, considering the portions. All of them were non-chocolate options – some kind of a pistachio financier (yes – that’s a ty

And just like that, January 2015 has slipped into two digits. Yesterday I sat sipping tea on my bed, looking at the floating constellations of motes dancing on a sunbeam. It feels like the year has hit it's stride. From now, one day will roll into another. Smooth, easy, unremarkable, nice. But let's see. A year or so ago, I was filled with so much anxiety about what's coming next, what's the meaning of it all, when will all this end. I don't know why I put myself through all that. It felt as if some cosmic memo had come to everybody on earth and I missed it because I had gone to the loo. Anyway, to mitigate all of that drama, I was reading a lot of self-help books. Many, many of them. Poring over pages expecting text to leap out and tell me that it was all going to be okay. The books, themselves, weren't too bad. Your Soul's Plan by Robert Shwatz was particularly moving. You Can Heal you Life by Louise Hay is one of my favorite books. If you do get this,

There was a glitch with my Tab. There was some kind of a short circuit and the people at the service centre said that it had to be reformatted. I didn't have back-up because I am the sort that never does. All my books were gone. All. my. books. I had bought some from Kindle and downloaded some from the Internet and some my friends had passed on. And I lost everything. I wasn't so worried about the pictures. I don't like taking too many pictures in any case. But books. Books on my Kindle App. I'd bought Anais Nin and had downloaded Oleander Girl and ripped through Gone Girl on my Kindle. No. Then I got my tab back and there was no data. So I had to get data. My debit card is not working so I had to withdraw money. There was only one cheque in the cheque book and so I had to go to the bank to apply for one. I don't do Net banking. Anyway, I finally got my prepaid Vodafone to work. Whose 3G services, I must say, are spectacularly unpredictable here. But it worked. I

In the time that I have been away, a year has changed. Work schedule has not. Tough decisions were taken and now, a certain quietness and gentleness emulsifies a few odd hours in the day. But 2015 will be a beautiful year, I think. Something about this year suggests that it has come with a mission - to make us happy and to get us to be courageous enough to be that happy. Happy and sweet and brave new year, everyone.