by Anjali | Aug 2, 2021 | Anjali, Thoughtful
It’s common in India to have servants and yes, we still refer to them as such. Socially correct labels – those are reserved for company when the room’s abuzz with guests. Staff, help, housekeeper we choose our words with care, lest anyone overhears how we dare...
by Anjali | Aug 2, 2021 | Anjali, Thoughtful
There’s something I both love and hate about an afternoon nap. Or a mid-morning rest after I’ve been up pretty much most of the night. I do this often. Stay awake through the night, sleeping only a few hours at best. Doing nothing special in the hours I’m awake....
by Anjali | Aug 2, 2021 | Anjali, Thoughtful
Gray and brown. Just colors. The huge waves of a monsoon ocean as they crash against a rough, sandy beach. A dull, dusk sky as it heaves against the intense desert heat. The tarred road meandering through muddy pathways that rest carelessly on either side. Gray and...
by Anjali | Aug 2, 2021 | Anjali, Thoughtful
In these days of an isolated living, I have vivid dreams. Concerns replay themselves; unresolved past issues keep raising their voice and I often wake with a pain in my heart. But I’ve been here before and the pain has passed. The particularities change, new...
by Anjali | Aug 2, 2021 | Anjali, Thoughtful
On a ledge in the corner of our guest bathroom sits a bunch of white roses in a tall blue ceramic vase. They add a pretty relief to the otherwise functionality of the space, which also houses the washing machine hidden neatly under a marble enclosure. But not quite....