Every year, at around this time, my father’s death anniversary, the 15th this time, I am flooded with thoughts. His presence hovers over me constantly, no matter where I am, this towering light house of a beacon. This time, I wonder about how he would feel about the increasing frustration…
In my erstwhile home for a short sojourn, I enjoyed getting together with old friends. Recently, one mentioned to another how the previous time they had met was the last time I had visited. It set me thinking. The temporariness of a short visit often helps to make and concentrate…
“The waning days of our lives are given over to treatments that addle our brains and sap our bodies for a sliver’s chance of benefit” – Atul Gawande. How true. It is sad that most are not able to accept that leaving things as they are, sometimes, is the best…
Gone. Never to be forgotten. The outpouring of emotions on Mandolin Shrinivas’s premature death has been unprecedented – with any famous artiste, one hears messages from his ilk, but rarely do we see the multitudes expressing affection of this magnitude. Facebook, Twitter, WhatsApp, emails – hordes are in a suspension of…
At least death is final for the dead one. For the living, the vagaries of life, and living through them, can be downright painful on many an occasion– for them and those around them. At such times, life seems more onerous than enjoyable. The newspaper informed me of a female…