Bruno, Our Beagle (Now Renamed Luca)
The yard was full of beagles of varying age; the seniormost was nine months old. The youngest had seen but 40 days. We’d gone there for him.
Starbucks On 80-Feet Road
Sitting at Starbucks, looking out, I'm pondering the limits and the durability of power.
Experiencing Wabi-Sabi at The Oberoi, Bangalore
I wanted to ask her, looking into her ever-happy face and her gleaming eyes and at her sari, if she found me wabi-sabi after all these years.
The Truths About Corona Are Fake And That Is The Truth
"We've hardly any corona," they said. "A fellow goes to the hospital with a fever. They throw him in a ward. They send him home in a few days. It's a scam."
To BBMP of Bangalore, a Word of Appreciation
I’ve been visualising coming down with Covid as being in extremis, but — with these four, at least — that’s not the case.
Not Feeling Pain for the Corona Victims
The daily figures of those fallen to corona look like scores in cricket — a game I understand but don't follow. I read the statistics without emotion.
Lockdown: Mask to Taste, Damn the Distance
These actions are not going to erase the wrongs being done to people that deserve gratitude, not this pain. There's going to be a price to pay. It'll hurt.
Businesses Might Open, With None to Man Them
The migrants might come back to Bangalore, because one needs to make a living, but it would be interesting to see how we will regard one another in future.
Some Fresh Wind In My Sail
In fifty years, the Guardian says, temperatures in India would rank with Saharan Africa. My son would be eighty then. My grandson would be fifty-five.
What's in a Name?
As regards Zuriberg, they say the owner used to be a doctor in Switzerland. And Maple up the street belongs to an elder who taught physics in North America.