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Omnia mors æquat.

“Death levels all things.”

Claudianus

And so, I take each new day with gratitude.


Happy Birthday Abbygail!


You turn 34 today!
I’ve known you for seventeen of those years.
(I’ve known you half your life! :)
We’ve been in love, eight.
And I’ve been privileged to share my life with you,
and walk with you for nearly, six.

I cannot imagine life without you.

You love crazy movies;
(Which you drag me to.)
You can engineer anything out of anything.
(rain gutters out of old bisleri bottles,
window screens out of old packing material.)
You fill our home with warmth.
(occasionally by burning stuff on the stove,
mostly with love and cakes.)
You keep me sane.
(by reminding me, that all we ever need is love and fresh air.)

You’re wiser than me,
stronger than me,
and way cooler than me :)

Happy birthday, sweetheart ❤️
I love you!

Happy Birthday VK!

I lucked out when I met you on Feb 22nd, 1997 at my very first job interview.

For all the photos I’ve shot of people, I still don’t have one of yours :)
You’ve been my guilty secret :P

While my life has been filled with turmoil, for the past fifteen years, you’ve been the one I counted on.
You’ve always been my rock!

You made sure work was a safe haven and a joy to do.

Boss, mentor, big brother, mother, father, best friend, you’ve been all that and more.

You’re the only one I can truly be myself with
I can tell you anything.
You taught me integrity.
You taught me how to form lasting friendships.
You taught me to laugh at myself.
You taught me how to live.

It’s been 20 years now.
You’ve been a big part of me, for more than half my life.
I cannot imagine life without you being there.
Others might come and go, but you’re always the presence that arches over everything.

When I was young and ignorant, I always took you for granted.
When I was older and somewhat wiser, I was too shy to tell you, how I felt.
So even this post is, in a way, cheating.
I’m still too shy and you are still too gruff and big bearish :D

But I am thankful. And I am grateful.
And I do love you.

Happy Birthday!


A Tale of Bougainvillea

As a kid, I lived in what my relatives called the back of the beyond.
Oh, it may be all the rage now, but Thane was a small sleepy town in the 80s.

Not that it mattered to me.
Home was full of wide open spaces, where we ran and climbed trees and skinned our shins and ran some more.
Home was full of lakes and trees.
And home was full of bougainvilleas.

Bougainvillea pic 1

I was crazy about them.
On the way to school, mummy picked them for me.
On the way to the church, mummy picked them for me
I close my eyes and I can still picture her, all of her slight 5 feet frame; stretching, slightly leaping, to get her son, his bougainvillea.


As I grew up, and we faced tough days, I could never afford to buy mummy anything.
So every Mother’s day, I’d gift her a big bunch of bougainvilleas.

Bougainvillea pic 2

And her face would light up!
Some of it would go into her hair, some on the altar at home.
And she’d look so proud.
And I’d secretly, sadly wish I could buy her something more substantial, more significant than my pretty, soon to be wilting bougainvillea


Years have passed by.
We’ve had so many ups and downs.
Mummy’s been our lighthouse, one that we all hew to.
And I’m all ‘grown up’ now.
I can afford to buy her pretty things.
I gifted her a watch yesterday

Raga Watch pic

And I saw the same joy on her face, the same silly goofy grin, the same hearty laugh.
And the same face, full of love.
And that’s when I realised…

Mummy never cared about what I gave her.
A bunch of bougainvilleas was as precious as a gold plated watch.
As long as I loved her, she’d be happy.

Happy Mother’s day, Mummy!

Lots of love from your two beautiful daughters and three dumb sons :)
And Daddy too!