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11 Apr

The little empty spaces in me

The ones I did not even know existed

You fill them by being yourself

And do not even know

The miracle that is a baby

14 Jan

Tiny fists


Tiny toes

Peeking out of furry blankets

Pummeling the air –

How can something so fragile

Pull your heart’s strings so?


The brother-in-law and his wife became the proud parents of a baby girl earlier this month, giving the family the perfect New Year’s gift. Today was Her Adorableness’s naamkaran. She held the entire family in her thrall, while she was being named after her great grandmother. :)

And, oh, best wishes for Pongal, folks! Hope you had a great one!

Morning boosts of energy

11 Dec

I saw three things of note, on my morning walk today.

A little girl of about 5, all dressed up in her school uniform, super cute, hugging her little brother of about 2, her bag dangling on her shoulders. ‘Byeeeeeeee,’ she was telling him in that lovely, singsong voice that kids of about 5 have, a voice that can melt you.

A grandfather holding his grandson captive within the circle he had made with his legs, combing the little boy’s hair and readying him for school. ‘And then what, Thatha?’, the kid asked. Thatha started on a long-winded story, and I watched the boy slip his head into his school tie and his feet into his boots without even noticing it.

A father taking his little son to school on his bike, the kid waving to his mother at the gate and their dog on the balcony of the first floor of their house. The dog watched on, tail wagging, till the bike turned the corner and went out of sight. Then, running to the very edge of the balcony, he lifted its legs up to the railing to crane his neck and try to see if his little friend could still be seen.

Three very different expressions of love, but expressions in which the love shone through, all right.

Three precious moments snatched in the midst of the busy beginnings of a day.

Three things I was fortunate to notice while passing by, which brought a smile to my face.

Three things that warmed the cockles of my heart, and added wings to my tired and bored feet.

Such moments are what keep me going on my walks every single day. This is why I prefer to get out of the house every morning to walk to the nearby park, instead of riding on a stationary bicycle at home, in spite of not wanting to get out of bed most winter mornings.

Love comes in many forms

7 Dec

Sometimes, it comes in the form of a bottle of glycerin materialising at your bedside, unasked for, unanticipated, for the painful ulcers in your mouth.

You – 6

15 Oct


Feel warm


Like a favourite coat in winter

The lining worn

By use

Smooth and comfortable

Safe and familiar

Love notes

1 Oct

Dear Beanie,

Today is Appa’s birthday. Don’t forget to wish him.

Electric room is kept open for meter reading today.

Milk is in fridge. Thank you for getting the bread yesterday.

In training today. Will not be able to receive calls.

Love you. (followed by the OH’s name and a drawing of a monkey face with a smile)

That’s how love notes between the OH and me read these days, in case you were wondering. The OH left very early for a training session today, leaving a sleeping me and this note on the kitchen counter for me to find.


The mad scientist

31 Jul

“What are you working on now, mad scientist? “

“A car.”

“A car? When did you turn into a mechanic from a mad scientist?”

“You’ll know.”


“What a cute Ambassador!”

“You love those old cars, right?”

“Yep. Very much.”

“Go on! Sit in it, and feel it!”

“Can I?”

“Of course!”


“Wow! These seats are so comfortable! Plump, plump, plump. You can push them back and just relax. Forget about the world.”

“That was the intention.”



“Have you thought of putting in a TV? It would make this car so much….more cosy.”

“This car doesn’t need one.”



“Why are you going all mysterious on me?”

“You’ll know.”


“Can I open my eyes now?”

“Just two minutes more, please. Hold on!”

“Okay, but why don’t you tell me what the big surprise is?”

“You’ll see. Very soon.”


“That looks just like Turkey, from the coffee table book I have!”

“It is Turkey.”

“Eh? Gone crazy or what, mad scientist?”

“No, I haven’t. And, yes, this is Turkey. An isolated, very pretty part of Turkey, that is.”

“Kid me not. You can’t drive to Turkey from India, that too in just 15 minutes.”

“Yes, but you can fly.”

“What? Now I’m sure you’ve lost your marbles.”

“Put your head out the window and you’ll know.”

“Woah! Why are there so many gas balloons on top of the car?”

“They helped us fly here.”

“In a battered old Ambassador car?”


“They cannot.”

“They just did.”


“I can’t believe this, mad scientist.”

“At least now, you should.”

“Yes, now that I have checked with my own eyes.”

“Liked it?”

“LOVED it. How can I not? Turkey was a dream for so long!”

“Worth the effort then!”


“I can’t believe you just proposed to me in Turkey, mad scientist.”

“Well, I did. And you said yes.”

“I still can’t believe it.”

“That was the plan.”


“I can already see tomorrow’s headlines, mad scientist. Mad scientist takes fiancée to Turkey in magic car.”

“When will you stop calling me ‘mad scientist’?”

“I can’t. That’s what I have always called you, since the day I saw you hunched over those test tubes in your lab, your hair all over your face, looking super cute.”

“Yada yada yada.”

“Can I call you ‘cute mad scientist’ instead?


This entry is for the prompt at Magpie Tales for the week.

I wrote this story in a sudden burst of inspiration yesterday, and I am not sure if it makes sense to everyone the way it did to me. Plus, it has been a long, long, long time since I wrote any fiction. Do let me know how you find it! I would love your honest opinions.

Day 5: My Valentiner and I

5 Jul


For the July Photo-a-Day Challenge. Today’s theme is ‘love’.

Pardon me for the cheesiness. My brain refused to think of anything better than this. :)


30 May

Wisps of smoke
Curl around me
Creating enticing shapes
Call out to me

I stretch my hands
To touch them
But they run away
Farther and farther and farther

I look closely
And see
They are the shapes
Of my dreams


For this week’s Magpie

Rediscovering romance

12 Apr

I must have been living under a rock so far, because I found this beautiful poem by William Butler Yeats only yesterday. It touched me in a way very few things have in the last couple of months. It resonated with a certain chord in my heart, and I instantly fell in love with it. Of course, it has to find a place on my blog as well.

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

- William Butler Yeats

I know I would melt if someone (*ahem ahem*) read this poem aloud to me. I think it is one of the most romantic things ever written. I hope the ‘Love’ doesn’t ‘flee’, though.


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