Loss
That's the sand of time, slipping away,
As you try to greedily hold on to everyday.
The smudge of your memory on the horizon,
Is fading into legend; the words, they are done.
That's the sand of time, slipping away,
As you try to greedily hold on to everyday.
The smudge of your memory on the horizon,
Is fading into legend; the words, they are done.
The apple pie The one in which I attempt to find a replacement ISP Sometime in February 2026, Odido (the erstwhile T-Mobile NL, now owned by Apax and Warburg Pincus) found itself in trouble. No, not the failed IPO situation. They had exposed the data of 6.2 million customers
In August of 2023, I had finally made my way to a place on my bucket list - Machu Picchu, and it was glorious. Sometime in the middle of the clambering, kisses from alpacas (I, too, am a herd animal) and limitless Pisco Sours on my way back to Cusco,
**Poke** **Squint** **Poke again** I could do this forever, you know. Hello again, long dormant repository of most of my thoughts, many of my feelings and 90% of my young creativity. And all of this before Substack, Medium and professionally written/AI edited articles were a thing. I am afraid
I am an outsider in every country I find myself in. In the Western world, they see a brown Indian woman who comes from an exotic land filled with colour, spices and promise. "We LOVE Slumdog Millionaire," they say, happy to talk about that foreign land of heat,