Tone
It was a hyperventilating work colleague cc-ed on my email who with her hand on her chest pointed out to the ‘tone’ of it. An email I shot off right after a major stakeholder meeting to reiterate it was Sue (not me) who had dropped the ball on the project. Realising I was genuinely baffled, she mansplained (to the construction manager in me) that it … Continue reading Tone
Sundays with Shyamni
Dear Reader Something about Sunday mornings, isn’t there? It has always been my favourite day of the week. Growing up, Sunday mornings used to be an ear-splitting affair at my parents house. My father would always tune in the weekly Hindu bhajan program at 10.00.am. Precisely the exact moment the indian AG church opposite our house would start their service even though the iTaukei AG … Continue reading Sundays with Shyamni
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To The Children of The Girmityas When your great-grandparents had lived in coolie lines and your grandparents lived on leased lands that were taken away after a lifetime of toil on that soil. You can’t blame your parents if they didn’t exactly get the concept of home right. I’ve watched my parents build their house from nothing. I’ve seen many kinds of people on … Continue reading 24/24
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To The 35+’s Whose Bones Have Started To Creak It’s your shoulders you have to work on. You never realise till it’s stooped all the way to your knees that they bear the most weight as you age. If you search deep you’ll discover that it isn’t the fear of something not working out if you venture into the unknown that’s stopping you from … Continue reading 23/24
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We think ‘innovate’ and we think tech, shinny, advanced. I’ve spent so much of my adult life unlearning things I was taught as a young person that sometimes it feels like instead of progressing with the rest of the world, I’m constantly swirling in this same vortex. And I think it’s so important for us to educate each other especially women that innovation doesn’t necessarily … Continue reading 22/24
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To My Sister Whom I Don’t Hear It’s selfish I know. That lately I actually don’t let you speak. That before you finish, I start talking about some other insignificancy. I don’t listen, you scream. That it’s not always about me, you scream. That I don’t understand you have things to get off your chest too, you scream. There’s something I’ve never told … Continue reading 21/24
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There is no balance between grief and gratitude. No matter what they say about remaining thankful even in difficult times, I’ve found it is sheer impossible to practice any gratitude while your heart is breaking into infinite number of pieces. So let’s just stop kidding ourselves and let your grief consume you. Lie in your grief as long as you have to. Lie in that … Continue reading 20/24
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Friendship is so much harder than love. With love there are no questions. It’s just sheer acceptance of everything you are. But friendship – it strips you. Layer after layer. It scoffs at your nervous inhibitions Laughs out loudly at your flaws Rolls it’s eyes at your trophies. When it’s done peeling you all the way to your core It’ll gather you up … Continue reading 19/24
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You thought you had killed me. You waited till the vultures came. I watched your shoulders disappear into the heat haze. I once thought those shoulders would protect me from anything. It took me a long time to crawl out of where you had left me. My chest, arms, belly, thighs, knees scraped raw. Occasionally one of the deeper wounds on my belly … Continue reading 18/24
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I smile into your minty lips Breathe in your shampooed hair And wonder what if we had met in a time when there were no toothbrushes? Look at us perched on plastic stools Little plates of fusion food costing more than my weekly grocery bill strewed in-between us Scrolling our gadgets setting meetings for week after. I wonder where would we have met then … Continue reading 17/24
