New Year-induced stress
Last night a Whatsapp forward reached me, which was a translation of Taslima Nasreen’s poem Madhyaraater phone. Although the context of the poem is completely different from what I am writing about, the first two lines of…
Lessons to learn
A new dawn has arrived. The calendars will be replaced. New planners and diaries will make a customary appearance on my desk. Some more resolutions made. But there is a conscious awareness of the artificiality of this…
Turn to a new page
“So what are you doing for New Year?” I look around aimlessly trying to avoid the question. Partying is not my style. I feel claustrophobic in company of too many strangers. A few years ago (nay, a…
