My surname is very unobtrusive. It is present in all my official documents. It’s absent in my signature, and when I am casually giving my name in say, a form, I stop at my middle name, which exists courtesy Kerala’s matrilineal ethos. The surname’s modest behaviour is apt for the person it represents.
After a decade and a half of togetherness, it’s time to say goodbye. And because I’m fairly sure there will be no other, I call it the ride of a lifetime.
It’s April 24th. Later in the day is my favourite part of the week – the Sunday evening ritual with D. Balcony, drink, sunset, and mood music. Sometimes we fill it with conversation, and sometimes we’re just content in each other’s presence. Today is extra special because it’s our anniversary – 19th. It was a […]
The untimely demise of Warne triggered a few thoughts about ‘elderhood’ and the time left. In addition to my own reflections, I have included a small excerpt from Amor Towles’ The Lincoln Highway that describes it wonderfully.
In a few decades, the idea of community has changed. Not just from physical to digital, but also in terms of their character. What does it say about us?