Homage to my great great grandmother, a child widow, during Pitru Paksha 2020

 Pitru Paksha is the fortnight of remembrance of one’s ancestors in India. I have often marvelled at the determination of my great, great grandmother, Radhika Devi. In accordance with customs prevalent in the late 19th century, she was married at the age of 9 to her young husband of 14. She was meant to goContinue reading “Homage to my great great grandmother, a child widow, during Pitru Paksha 2020”

On the eve of India’s Independence Day….

I recall – As dusk falls on the eve of India’s Independence Day 2015, there is a sense of calm in our hearts for the first time in 13 years. We are gazing onto our new patch of garden in Bhubaneswar, having come home and we do not have to go over each minute detailContinue reading “On the eve of India’s Independence Day….”

Cameos Recollected in #PandemicTimes

In these pandemic times, we are compelled to focus on priorities at any given moment. The past may arise in unbidden thoughts, with happy or sorrowful memories. Yet it is the present that redefines it, in the form of consolation or catharsis. Available:  

Poena ~ Ashes of Rose

Poena ~ 1 In memory of my nephew Viraj Thappa Ashes of Rose My colour for YOU,  Ashes of Rose, soft words reflect the colour of your flushed cheeks, tinged with indigo blue. You who lie so still, content. Smiling in deep slumber, breathing in tune to an ephemeral heartbeat, your lips part asunder, aContinue reading “Poena ~ Ashes of Rose”

Forty five days into #Lockdown, Disquiet in Isolation…..continues

May 8th 2020 Forty five days into #Lockdown – Hemingway’s title For Whom the Bells Toll comes to mind, as apt for our workers seeking to get home to their villages, as does the novel by Camus –The Plague, which journalist Nirupama Subramanian writes of in her article, The Moral Contagion, in the Indian Express,Continue reading “Forty five days into #Lockdown, Disquiet in Isolation…..continues”

In Love We Trust

Trips and Trials ~ A Selection of Poems and Songs Dedicated to my husband, Sibabrata Tripathi (Indian Foreign Service, 1979). May 3rd 1955 ~ February 27th 2017 A Trilogy I Molten pools, liquid fire dancing in mischief, recollections of joy. Ablaze with passion of a deep-rooted anger at mankind’s inhumanity. Softly aglow with love’s specialContinue reading “In Love We Trust”

The Diplomatic Trailing Spouse

An Observer in a Coveted Profession, Shrouded in Myth and RealityOrA Marionette in Restraint? EXTRAORDINARY AND PLENIPOTENTIARY DIPLOMATIST Annual Edition 2016 Page 79 http://www.diplomatist.com/dipoannual2016/index.html  

A never-ending mother-daughter epiphany!

On Wednesday, Amrita Tripathi wrote about her experiences as a woman with a Single Income and No Kids. https://scroll.in/article/685923/Confessions-of-a-SINK:-single-income,-no-kids-(and-not-sure-I-want-any-yet) Here’s her mother’s view of the situation: Dear Daughter  – I could say Dearest Daughter here, but then as there are two of you plus your brother, my choice of words could raise eyebrows. But my focus hereContinue reading “A never-ending mother-daughter epiphany!”

On laughter with a parent and the eternal bond~RIP Father Oct 6th 2018

“I am 26 and I laugh with my mother. I also chat with her nearly every day just like 80 per cent of millennials. As for rampant drug abuse honestly, it’s is very hard to go on a week-long bender if your mother expects you to check in every day…The only risk factor that hasContinue reading “On laughter with a parent and the eternal bond~RIP Father Oct 6th 2018”