21st January 2023 Dear Anand, Another year has come. This one came apprehensively, almost hesitant. It hovered at the end of last December as if not really wanting to step over. Not really wanting to carry forward the incomplete affairs, the scattered unsaid words and the consuming grief of the passing year. But on the eve of the Thirty First it couldn’t defy the one … Continue reading 21st January 2023 | Dear Anand
12th June 2022 Dear Anand, I hope these letters still find you. This month will have been 3 years since I first began writing to you. How are you? Are you looking after you for me? I wonder though who of me you still remember and who of you you still remain? I’m back on the island this week. It’s past one in the morning … Continue reading 12th June 2022 | Dear Anand
6th March 2022 Dear Anand, It’s been raining for 2 weeks now. It has been one of the wettest years since 1900. The kind of rain that brings endings. Early morning today when the skies took a pause to sigh, I slipped out onto the inner streets weaving through the neighbourhood; passing by rows and rows of houses slowly waking up, the last rain drops … Continue reading 6th March 2022 | Dear Anand
19th December, 2021 Dear Anand, For some of us, we find our destinations as soon as we walk out the front doors of our houses but for some like you and me, we, remain forever in the journey. I wish I had the finesse to write this thought and call it my own but it was Faraz Sahib who penned this, perhaps somewhere in the … Continue reading 19th December 2021 | Dear Anand
15th August 2021 Dear Anand, Sabr. Of which Shams-i Tabrizi and Rumi’s exchanges speak of not sitting and waiting but foreseeing. Knowing that the moon needs time to become full. Sabr. Of which Gibran questions the greatness of his endurance in separation; in her parting words to him “earthly bodies must often separate for earthly purpose, And must live apart impelled by worldly intent…” Sabr. … Continue reading 15th August 2021 | Dear Anand
May 23rd 2021 Dear Anand, I never thought it’d be possible back then that a single day would pass without you in it. But lately you’ve been fading even from the fine crevices you still used to lingered in. The smell of you on pillows next to mine is faint almost gone. The way you arranged my 20 pairs of shoes near the doorway is … Continue reading 23rd May 2021 | Dear Anand
4th April 2021 Dear Anand, There is a little chill in the air these days. It’s Easter Sunday. I’ve managed to find one lone open coffee shop after gym today. I’m sitting outside writing to you while leaves in all shades of golden, orange, brown rustle past my ankles down the street in the soft breeze this morning. Javed Akhtar Sahib would describe this as … Continue reading 4th April 2021 | Dear Anand
28th February, 2020 Dear Anand, On the rarest of rare mornings, I sometimes wake up before all five of my alarms which are set ten minutes apart go off. On those mornings, I sit on the side of my bed swinging my legs and most days my eyes get fixated on this fraying thread on the floor carpet outside my bedroom door. The rip is … Continue reading 28th February 2021 | Dear Anand
13th February 2021 Dear Anand, I am often accused of misandry which I find rather paradoxical considering the number of times in a week I tell myself to “man up”. In many cities across Australia, in small remote bush towns and even further in the outback, one can find a small place called the Men’s Shed. While their garage (the millennial equivalent of a man-cave) … Continue reading 13th February 2021 | Dear Anand
31st December 2020 Dear Anand Here we are, at the end of 2020. There was a point three quarters of the way when it seemed neither of us would swim out of the murky waters swirling us in. But we both made it out. Perhaps freer. This week I’ve been reflecting on the year past. I read with quiet fascination as people around the world … Continue reading 31st December 2020 | Dear Anand
Where is Shyamni? 