Do you know why we don’t find half the things we search for in life?

Because we are looking for the wrong things.

Often, in the wrong places.

Corona had laid siege to my clothes and jewellery closet for more than a year. There was nowhere to go and no reason to glam up. This long period of sartorial dormancy had made my pyjamas, shorts and faded tees establish themselves as the haute couture for the rest of the season. Accessories and jewellery were going through major existential crises and they languished like fossil rocks in a desert. …

When I first started writing more than three decades ago with a serious intent to become a purveyor of words, the world was a totally different place. I wrote, often got rejected by editors, and all my writings went unread into a box folder, which slowly became a relic of sorts on the table.

There were no means to spread a word about my literary flair and ambitions to people in those days. Even when I published my debut novel in 2009, I had no clue about how to propagate the good news, except through e-mails to people on my…

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Apart from the vaccines, we have taken refuge in two other things to beat the blues of our present situation. Hope and optimism.

Picking from where I left off in my previous column on how to embrace the present moment to defeat the fear of the future, I mulled over the efficacy of the twin recipes of hope and optimism as a coping mechanism. How far are they actually helping us now, and is there anything else that we could administer to make our lives better in these not-so-good times?

Of course, hope is our driving force for the future…

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Officially, I am an entrepreneur’s wife. That sounds grand, eh?

But I didn’t start out this way.

Till about a year ago, I was a modest wage-earner’s wife. What probably upscaled the employment status is the fact the wage came in Dirhams. Dirhams and Dollars have that X-factor, you see; that extra respect that makes our people roll their eyes in awe or envy.

By Jove, that was some life.

Every single day would end with the satisfaction of having earned our labour’s worth. The salary account in the bank jiggled a bit every day and by the end of…

The time we live in now has a new name. Uncertainty.

Ask anyone about their well-being and you will likely receive replies that vary from ‘so far, so good’ and ‘not bad’ to ‘trying to be positive’ and ‘surviving’. Most responses are variations of a cautious sense of optimism, echoing a never-before kind of anxiety and circumspection about life.

Certainty was never a feature of human lives at any point. There has always been a twist here and a turn there, but uncertainty has never been so obvious and brutal as it is now.

We had never acknowledged the fluidity…

My earliest memories of prayer come from two places. My home and the convent school that I attended. The former was where it was formalized. The latter revealed to me that there were different ways to pray. One could pray in English, by kneeling and to a God called Jesus too.

Like in most orthodox Indian homes, we were introduced to God (Swamy as we referred to him) very early, when we were just toddlers who could put their hands together in a Namaste.

Then He was described to us as someone who must be remembered twice a day —…

Dear Sir,

When I first learnt about your electoral loss, I couldn’t say if I was disappointed or happy. My sentiments were, to say the least, ambivalent.

As an unpolitical person, it didn’t concern me which party you represented or what its ideology was. What I thought when you jumped into the fray was — here is a man recognized for his integrity and commitment to public service, aspiring to come to a position of political power from where he could offer us more of his goodness. How better could it get?

The best thing was you were contesting from…

Over the past few days, I have been noticing my growing reluctance and dislike to actively engage in the Social Media. I have become more conscious of what I am doing in that space, wondering how important it was for me to express a thought, post a picture or write a message on the timeline at a time when people in my home country were lurching between life and death.

I have been feeling a bit clunky in the heart before I posted anything. It is a problem that I had never experienced before. …

This is not a political piece, although it can be misconstrued as one.

I am essentially apolitical and ideologically neutral, which could be an unimpressive detail on one’s intellectual profile. Apolitical people are generally considered spineless and inept and enjoy no respect in the eyes of thinkers.

Yet, I insist that I am not political. I am writing this piece as a commoner, pained beyond words to see people dying like flies back in her home country, India. It is the persistent ache in the heart that is inciting me to vent these words. …

One significant thing I have learnt and fully understood in the past year is the meaning of the idiom, ‘make ends meet.’

The name Dubai conjures up images of plentitude and luxury. It is where money is known to fatten every purse. It is where dream merchants readily feed people’s greed. It is where aspiring souls from our country long to land. It is where desires manifest as make-believe happiness. It is where life sometimes resembles a mirage, and sometimes a shamaal (sandstorm).

This place is believed to administer happiness doses to all. So, no matter what happens in the…

Asha Iyer Kumar

Asha writes. She coaches. She does both so that she may learn to navigate life with words and impart the lessons she learnt to others to transform their lives.

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