When my godson’s seven year old sister Anaina visited her best friend J a couple of days ago, she was expecting to just be a seven year old and hang out with her friend. She was looking forward to playing with J, showing her the new present her uncle had bought her, and hanging out. But when she went back…
This is what it looks like when I’ve had enough. I am tired of the hatred and intolerance perpetrated by certain members of the Christian community about the widespread prevalence of people saying ‘Happy Holidays’ instead of ‘Merry Christmas’. WHAT? Last year there was a long-winded status floating around Facebook that pretty much blamed the immigrant communities for the rise…
…but it’s nice sometimes. My boyfriend reacted with anger today at something someone said to me. I’ve rarely seen him angry, but this was one of the rare moments. Without thinking about it, he rose to my defence. I didn’t mind. It’s not that I can’t speak up for myself. It’s not like I can’t save myself. It’s not like…
I’m _exhausted_. I don’t just mean that I’m tired; it’s not the sort of tired you feel at the end of the day when you’ve had full and busy and looked up at the clock and realised that it wasn’t even noon yet. I’m _exhausted_. I’m worn out, on almost every level. I just feel completely depleted and I need…
I spent the day yesterday wandering around the city; I couldn’t have chosen a worse day to do it. The monsoons have pretty much been non-existent this year and it is still as hot as summer. Ugh. But! It was still a good day and I managed to get to the legendary Moore Market in Chennai where, rumour has it,…
This is the second part of a two-part post about my battle with depression. You can find the first post here. I was not gone. I know that now. But for a long time, I didn’t. For three long years, as my depression took complete control of me, I didn’t know that. I thought I had changed and…
This is the first part of a two-part post about my battle with depression. You can find the second post here. The voice is sly and wheedling; if it weren’t for the actual words it would sound almost persuasive. ‘You’re right. Nobody cares if you live or die. You’re entirely alone.’ My response is both predictable and pathetic.…
When I was out running errands yesterday I stopped for a cup of coffee and a calming piece of biscotti in one of my favourite cafés. I wasn’t feeling particularly interested enough in humanity yesterday to indulge in my favourite café pastime of people watching, and I wasn’t interested in the various newspapers that hung temptingly on the newspaper stand beside the revolving…