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I bleed these colours, dissolve into a drop. In humility, defiant.

A black Shih Tzu, a mother's birthday, a Bali memory, and why blogging is how I metabolise life before it disappears into memory.

It’s okay to sometimes be alone.Because the moment you start enjoying your own company, you become more.

I am a daughter who still grieves her mother after 13 years. An anxiety survivor. A reluctant extrovert. A mother improvising her way through each day. A founder building a business not on networking or funding, but on research, conviction and stubborn verve. I am sitting at this café with its tall French windows letting in sheets of afternoon light. Soft blues plays in the background. A pendant lamp hangs above me, casing me mummy-like in its warmth. Perched on a high bar st

Between business struggles, parenting a teenager, and the creeping sense of invisibility, a 40 plus woman navigates the uncertain terrain of adulting, holding on to courage, conviction, and a stubborn will to keep going. It was a sunny day in Coimbatore. The sky was a clear cerulean blue. I climbed into my SUV, ready to take on the day. Someone had sent me a carpe diem text that morning, and it spoke to me. I will tell you why. I rarely open WhatsApp forwards these days, and

Eight stones, worn close. A story of moons, memory, and the quiet weight of faith. I have been asked many a time, why I wear so many bracelets. Made from different stones and of different hues, they sit snug on my wrist. And now, with all the hullabaloo about Artemis II and the ongoing voyage to the moon, I find myself looking at the perfectly rounded, smooth stones I wear and thinking about the many moons I carry. I have always liked the moon. There is a word for it. Like th

A Friday evening in Mumbai turns into something more than just a concert. Watching Def Leppard live becomes a journey through time, identity, and the quiet ways music stays with us long after the night ends. It was a magical Friday evening last week, one that will stay with me forever. I landed in Mumbai the Thursday before, excitement in my voice and a spring in my step. The airport thrummed with activity, setting the pace for what was to come. I should have known. The rest

A reflection on gravity, the quiet force that holds the universe together and keeps our feet on the ground. From cosmic wonder to the small moments that anchor our lives, this essay explores what it truly means to be held by gravity. Rewatching Gravity, starring the effortlessly charming George Clooney and Sandra Bullock, recently reminded me how diaphanous the line is between being anchored and drifting endlessly into the inky void. In physics, gravity is the weakest of the

It was May 2, 2023, when we left for Bangalore early in the morning. We had decided to return the very same day, which was the sole reason for our hurried departure from Coimbatore. The sky was still dark, a faint sliver of light stretching across the horizon. The air was unmoving and redolent with the fragrance of oleander flowers. I noticed the milkman trudging along on his rickety two-wheeler, cans clanking softly as he rode up the road, immersed in his own thoughts. The h

What Began as a Forwarded Message: The Journey of Toto and Me A Journey of Hope and Heartbreak What began as a forwarded message on a December afternoon turned into a month-long journey of hope, heartbreak, and humanity. This is the story of Toto—a dog rescued by a village—and how, in the process, he rescued me too. It was a Sunday in December—I remember that much distinctly. My phone dinged with a text notification. I opened it. It was a forward from a friend, shared among a

A Saturday basketball game, a screaming banshee of a mom, and a car ride full of kids taught me a quiet lesson about winning, losing, and why how you play still matters. It was the third Saturday of January. The new year had rolled in with the promise of new beginnings — cue the eye roll — and a fresh set of resolutions, hopefully not all destined to be broken. I was busy finishing up a blog when my alarm went off, reminding me of my son’s basketball match. I shut my laptop,

A light, crunchy, nutrient-dense salad designed to reset the palate and the day. Fresh greens, fruits, seeds, and nuts come together with a zesty, lightly sweet dressing in a bowl that’s colourful, fresh, and feels like a new beginning. A harried mom's quiet act of self love, served in a bowl! 2026 had to be different. I resolved that at the strike of midnight — my tryst with destiny would not remain an unfulfilled dream. I had a brand to build, miles to run, an eclectic fa

Somewhere between tourists and madness, coffee and Stranger Things, I found myself coming back to the water. A Journey to the Seaside: Embracing Imperfection It was sometime in fall when we decided to take a trip to the seaside in the last week of December. My sister chirped on the phone, “It would be Christmas time and just perfect to unwind and let your hair down a little.” A wicked thought popped into my head—my husband doesn’t have any hair. How does he let his long-disap

From G-forces to Anti-gravity — My Own Little F1 Movie A Day Like No Other Yesterday was extraordinary. A Sunday unlike any other—adrenaline-fueled, dopamine-laced, pure ecstasy on four wheels. I suspect I’ll soon need another fix. But before you come blazing at me with guns drawn, let me clarify: I’m talking about my day on the racetrack. Encouraged by my twelve-year-old son and my husband, the one constant in my ever-changing life. The Journey Begins It was a cold, wintry d

A weighted day reveals the quiet truths we often ignore. Live a little — and become a lot. Yesterday was a weighted day. It wasn't a heavy-duty day at the Gym, though i like lifting weights. I moved through it agonizingly slothful. Now, as it winds down into the calming stillness of a wintry night, a quiet sense of relief settles over me. I’m sitting before the television, watching the stunningly directed, cerebral thriller Shutter Island — a story that chills straight to t

Some songs don’t just take you back — they remind you who you were, and how far you’ve travelled. For those born in the seventies and eighties — Gen X and the Millennials — Walk Like an Egyptian was one of the anthems we grew up with. Those quirky hand movements, allegedly Egyptian, were pure joy to slip into any party routine. No house party was complete without it. Looking back, I truly did love The Bangles — the raspy voice of the lead singer hitting those high notes, the

On Rain, Reveries and Reality Today was the start of the week and, like every other week in the recent past, I expected it to be a blur — to be swept away in the vortex of chaos that usually unfolds on a typical Monday morning. The rainy spell still continued, and despite being a self-confessed pluviophile, I found myself longing for a clear blue sky — for that warm, bright sun peeking shyly from behind the clouds. A little pool of water had collected on my balcony from the i

An aha moment sparked by a pair of Apple headphones, tangled up with a surprisingly wise Cat in the Hat reminder from one of my favourite authors I once read to my son. A Surprising Gift Apple Max headphones — those big chonky ones. I had no clue they even existed until a couple of years ago when a dear friend from Singapore gifted us a pair. I nearly fell off my chair. I’d always thought AirPods were Apple’s only aural offering — not to be confused with aura, those concentr

A rediscovery of rhythm, courage, and joy — one step at a time. Back Then It was many moons ago. I look back fondly on my college days — a free-spirited 19-year-old in Bangalore, graduating from a prestigious all-girls college, dancing to Shyam and the West Wind, and swaying to the beat on the occasional Saturday evening at the Club. I still remember performing on stage to I’ve Had the Time of My Life from Dirty Dancing — dressed in an all-black ensemble: a skirt and top, fee

A personal reflection on Diwali — part laughter, part longing — where food, diyas, and memory coalesce, reminding us that love glows quietly long after the night quietens to your breath. I don’t consider myself particularly religious (veering right seems to be very happening these days) — more spiritually leaning, if that makes sense. That doesn’t mean I’m sitting in lotus yoga poses wearing Lululemon pants, seeking enlightenment, hot and sweaty, or meditating for hours to tr