Oblivion
We drink from the chalice of forgetfulness,
And dance the mute minuet of sorrow.
Is it true that our eyes confess,
How we dread the dawn of the morrow?
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Here is one I have already made
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
The Malayali on the Moon: Redux
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,
So, is this thing alive?
**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
The affirmation of an outsider
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,