The Indian government with its various bureaucratic processes invariably invites a cynical response from me. Despite my love for filling out forms (yes, that is true), I am not particularly fond of standing in serpentine queues at government offices. Most of my experiences with our red-tape filled administration have left me frustrated, aggravated, and downright…
Praying Through Poetry
I have always been a prose person. For the longest time, poetry seemed indecipherable. Until I read Ruth Bell Graham’s poems and then suddenly a whole new world opened up to me. What was incomprehensible became understandable. It was like a kaleidoscope – the colours and designs were no longer haphazard but fell into beautiful…
Reawakening Hope
Opposing views Angry words Devastating arguments Raised voices Disagreement Dissension Disdain Dislike Heartache Pain Hurt Despair Relationships wrecked. It’s a mountain, Lord, My heart cries. My spirit is weary My soul wilts I need some hope. I need some respite. So, restore; Revive. Slowly Quietly A Voice speaks…
The Allure of Timber and Glass
I have a love affair with bookcases. MD would say I’m obsessed with them. I don’t know when or how it began, but I do know that I’ve always been fascinated by them. They seem so mysterious and enigmatic – with their gleaming glass panes and wooden shelves. They call to me – probably because…
A Different Perspective
It had been a particularly trying conversation. Nothing I said seemed to help. Rather gave offence when no offence was meant. Frustrated, I googled (yes, I do things like that!) – “How to deal with passive aggression”. Most articles helpfully suggested that I avoid the perpetrator or deal with it by being direct. All very…
On Learning Lessons…Again…
Have you ever been in a situation where you say something along the lines of – “I know what you’re talking about. I’ve been there and this (dash dash) is what I have learnt” – and invariably, almost inevitably the following day, you face an issue where what you thought you had learnt has gone…
Confessions During a Second Pregnancy
When one is expecting a second child, things don’t go according to plan. I had heard this being said in those halcyon days when I was young and foolish enough to think that I knew better, and promptly dismissed it as some old wives tale. Now, to my everlasting embarrassment, I find myself in that…
Why Write?
Why do I write? Several reasons actually. Writing helps me think. It helps me process my thoughts and ideas. Seeing my musings in black and white puts things in perspective for me. I’d be lost without the opportunity to voice my innermost feelings because I do not excel at verbalising myself. Given the choice between…
An Arranged Love Marriage
**This post first appeared on Indiaanya**Have you ever been asked this question, “Did you have a love marriage or an arranged marriage?” When I was asked this the first time, it stumped me for a bit because I couldn’t classify my marriage under either!When I was twenty-four my parents and I moved to Chennai. This…
Getting Back Into the Groove…
Its been a fairly longish break since my last post and though I’ve been doing some writing…it hasn’t been put up here. But, having the urge to do more writing that before, I’m back, so to speak. And this platform shall be my sounding board. Here’s to more musings…and more thinking…and more writing…
On Taking Heart…
What a year 2015 is turning out to be! The CP is turning one, MD is facing slander and office politics on a personal level and on the home front – yikes! What a gargantuan mess! I’m not even asking “why” any more. Just – Lord, what good is this going to bring? I mean,…
High Five, Dear Heart!
We’ve made it to five, love! Can you believe it? Through squabbles And making up; Laughter and tears; Crazy splurging on Amazon (!) And finally learning How much food to cook For a guy (!!); It’s been an Awesome five, darling! Though this year I haven’t got you a gift; A tiny, sometimes squalling, Wee…
Where Are You Lord?
How can I pray while my heart cries, “You killed my son”? What can I say? How look for comfort from the One Who willed it done? Omnipotent, He could have stopped it if He would; my son… my son… numb with grief, my soul is one vast “why?” his life was all too brief;…
When Loved Ones Are Walking Through The Valley…
A friend of mine recently experienced a heart-breaking tragedy. As numb with shock as I was, I can barely begin to imagine her pain. In that instant I wished I could wrap my arms tight around her and weep. Yet, unable to be at her side, I just wept, my heart breaking for all that…
Regarding Those Awkward Moments…
Why am so I obsessed with this urge to jealously guard my boundaries? What crazy bee in my bonnet has so twisted my thought process that I can’t even see through my tangled skein of motives and desires leave alone unravel it! Have you ever had that awkward moment when you step forth self-righteously to…
On Holding My Father’s Hand…
Last week I had an interesting conversation with God. First, He showed me an image of a father holding a child’s hand, and from that picture, He taught me several truths. I asked God what the picture meant, so He told me to put myself in the child’s shoes and then think about what I…
For The Four Years Behind Us…
We have a bunch of stories – four years worth – some old, some new, some not even that good! But they all bear testament to a life of wedded bliss! There’s the time we took a stroll on the beach; and while I gazed romantically at the moon, you eyed a roasted corn cob…
On Wilderness Wisdom #2 …
For a brief explanation of what this is about, look here. Implicit Obedience Doesn’t Involve Reconnoitring! The first three chapters of Deuteronomy are an excellent example of oral tradition. Just before the next generation was to enter the Promised Land, Moses sat down and recited their history over the past forty odd years. The purpose…
On Loving…Truly, Madly, Deeply…
Another soul-searing truth I’ve learnt about myself is that I’ve never reallyloved my Father! I mean, yes, I do love Him (or thought I did), because He died for me and saved me and all that, but, truly, deep down, if I was being brutally honest, I’m not sure how real my love for Him…
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