a memoir of etchings and wanderings
So I’ve made a deal with myself. You might ask, how does it feel now? I’ve promised to not let it hurt anymore. And not complain even if it does. I’ve been left behind a bit. Long strides were never my pride. Did you not hear that I’ve been crying out for help? But you’ve seen a gleaming light and are sprinting toward it. You’re unstoppable. Can I possibly blame … Continue reading “Mañana” →
When a tropical hurricane struck the most developed country in the world, there were discussions, editorials , infographics and serious contemplation on the ‘why’. Mother Nature isn’t biased. So the reason has to be scientific. Or geographic. Or climatology-related. Over the past week, I have been following the path of Hurricane Sandy quite closely. Metaphorically speaking, of course. I was alarmed and intrigued when I came across this image in one of … Continue reading “Need To Wake” →
To think of it, seems like only yesterday that I walked into the office of a rather unknown firm – a R & PM Edelman. I had never heard of them, not before I had begun organising internships for my public relations batch at college. By the end of the college year, in a whirl, I had interviewed with them, got selected and chose Gurgaon as a desired geography. Although … Continue reading “Time Of Our Lives” →
How would it feel to be made of steel? To glide through life and let nothing slow you down. To remember nothing that made you laugh or cry. To never have a thing to keep in your cupboard of memories. I’ve never felt that way – am always tied down with things the world calls ‘feelings’. How I wish they wouldn’t make me happy. Happy to care. Happy to give. … Continue reading “No Strings Attached” →