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.
Tag: #2020
See their Grief
The other day I wrote of how the wind rattling my window blinds and the rays of dawn reminded me of early morning phone calls from my mom. And how I missed those calls so much and how I so missed her. But really many, many moments on any random day do that. Any grieving…
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.
Stuck Abroad
When the pandemic hit in March, a lot of people were stuck abroad. You’ve probably read or heard plenty of those stories. Of people stuck all of a sudden in foreign countries as borders closed. I was among those people.
Grief, 2 years later (Part 1)
Today the 21st of May was my mom’s last full earthly day. She died in the very early hours of May 22, 2018 of heart failure. Her death was sudden and unexpected. It has been one of the most traumatic experiences of my life. Tomorrow, we’ll have a small memorial for mom. In these time…
Authensible Musings: Piercing the mundane of everyday life 