But well as it happens, here I am with ample time on my hands and in a I-Gotta-Get-My-Shit-Together mood, I am paying a little more attention. Also, without an ongoing income, I am more conscious of my spending habits.
Category: 2019
A Poem from Late 2019: Not Afraid of Coronavirus
Like most of us, I was way wrong about the virus, thinking it would be a local virus in China and not a worldwide pandemic, But this was back in December 2019. What is quite ironic though, for me, is , how stifled and chocked we were already feeling by the charged political landscape by the end of 2019; and how tragic the culmination of that super charged, over politicized (and dare I say it) radicalized landscape has been. Tuesday was deeply disturbing and saddening. Not sure where we go from here, how as a nation we recover.
First snow and reminiscing
The first snow of the season started this afternoon. Starting kind of slow with tiny little spits. My drive to work earlier in the morning had been okay. Although I must admit I was disappointed when I woke up and found that no snow had fallen in the night, I was ready to have a…
Left hanging by the handyman
Left hanging just didn’t feel right. A lot of things don’t feel right anymore. For example, words I used nonchalantly before. Just this morning, I was journaling how the down times at work kill me. I literally went back, crossed it out and wrote stress me out instead. Life has changed, I’ve changed. Grief does…
After a loss, even little things change
When a loved one dies, everything changes. Everything. I love saving pins, I save memes, quotes, art, clothing etc etc. The first pin I saved after mom died was how much I miss her phone calls. The day before, I was nonchalantly going on with my life, saving miscellaneous pins oblivious to how drastically life…
Something Precious
Yesterday morning, a lock of my hair fell out while I was putting my hair up in a bun and I started wishing I had taken a lock of mom’s hair or a handprint or something. Something unique and precious that I could make into a pendant or frame it. Mom died suddenly and unexpectedly….
In grief and hope, maybe
Missing mom a lot today. Came across this poem titled How we Survive by Mark Rickerby while looking for something to mirror the devastation I am feeling today, have been feeling of late. And I did, there is no scarcity of that. The paragraph below hit me as I wanted it to and I cried…
Surprised by an Expected Grief Ambush
Two things were happening this weekend. I say two things as if life happens in a vacuum but it does not. But two things were happening, First of all, the 22nd was going to be nine months since mom passed away unexpectedly and the 23rd was going mark 25 years since we lost our brother…
Authensible Musings: Piercing the mundane of everyday life 