Yesterday, my house help had fallen sick, leaving me to balance the Mikado of domestic logistics while chasing the green ticks of a normal busy Wednesday. I tiptoed across my calendar like someone performing slow-motion Tai Chi—strategic, focused, and painfully aware that any wrong move could send the whole day toppling over. I haven’t felt that level of concentration since I played Minesweeper with the ferocity of a child desperately trying to impress her father. But of cour

Stranger Things happened to us once in 2016 and then again in 2026. For many reasons, we never followed it closely over the years. But when we returned to it in 2026, the story came in waves. It soaked us in its humor, love, emotions, and messiness, and then promptly drowned us in anxiety and fear, compelling us to pray for this small family that kept growing against all odds. The writing alone deserves a long discussion on some other unhurried Sunday. Yesterday afternoon, wh

The first morning in London, I woke up to cheerful voices on the other side of the wall. “Good morning, Mummy ji. Good morning, Papa ji.” I jerked awake and sat upright on a bed that clearly had strong opinions about comfort, and none of them were favourable. After a few seconds of frantic self-orientation (Where am I? Who am I? Why am I awake?), I reached for my phone on the bedside table. 7:15 a.m. My mind immediately went into crisis mode. It has been years since I have wo

Zohran Mamdani became the hundred and eleventh mayor of the most enigmatic city of the modern times. Zohran Mamdani, a brown-skinned son of immigrants from Africa and Asia, won the election with a promise for affordable homes in a priced-out city. Zohran Mamdani, a muslim, trumped fear of socialism with songs, dance and re-discovery of an ancient source of human energy - hope. I have had my juvenile share of euphoria that emanates from election campaigns - a wild performative

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