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by Anjali | Aug 3, 2021 | Anjali, Thoughtful
I’m feeling fat. Bloated. My fingers are twice their size with water retention and my face too. I look terribly ‘healthy’, to quote a compliment often received from a well-meaning Indian aunt. I could curl up and hide under the dinner table forever. That way I’ll...
by Anjali | Aug 2, 2021 | Anjali, Thoughtful
I am, I am then the world is. When I say I am here I do not mean me as the personality but as the beingness from which the personality derives its existence. I spent more than two decades being a spiritual seeker. Ten years of which were more intense and devoted...
by Anjali | Aug 2, 2021 | Anjali, Thoughtful
Questions. Questions arise in the mind. Often my reaction is to reach out, to speak to a like-minded friend. To discuss, to brainstorm, as one would say. But some questions have no conclusive answer. They do not appear to be enquiring into facts, and yet they seem to...
by Anjali | Aug 2, 2021 | Anjali, Thoughtful
She stood naked against the cold bathroom wall, silently watching him struggle over and over in front of the dressing mirror. Walking to him, she stretched her arms out towards his neck. She knew he would flinch at her touch. But she couldn’t help herself. Deftly she...
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....
