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It has been more than three months since I last posted anything out here. A lot has happened since that post. I have lived a lifetime and died a million deaths. Over the last few months, I had shared glimpses of my daughter’s and our journey as she fought a rare and aggressive…
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It felt like a three-ton truck was reverse parking on my chest. All I did was bend down and open the bag which we had flung on the floor of our…
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The narrow road ahead was barely visible as thick fog blanketed the Mahindra XYLO on all sides. As we inched forward, a new section of the sheer wall of…
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Turning 40 did it for me. That and a health scare – some nodules in the thyroid. The kid was nearly seven at that time and I had spent most of those…
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Walks and writing go hand-in-hand. Just ask Charles Dickens, Virginia Woolf, Henry David Thoreau, William Wordsworth, and more recently, Rebecca Solnit…
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To be able to speak one's mind. ‘No!’ ‘I don't agree.’ ‘I don't like that.’ ‘No, I won't!’ To be without excuses without explanations without apologies…
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I know we have not met. But I know you. Head held high, airpods in, Gap tracks on, arms swinging. Walking. Walking resolutely every day. Every day…
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I am writing my note at the start of my post instead of at the end as usual. This is a slightly longer missive than usual. This short story is nearly…
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