Daydreams, written at night

I returned to Bangalore last weekend, after a month of overtime and working weekends and years of not having been.  Firstly, the flight was not comfortable despite being SQ, mainly because my neighbouring passenger was an old lady with no sense of personal space. Forget letting me place my arm on the shared armrest for a short while (which I eventually wrestled out), she spent the entire flight looking into my phone and into my screen, the latter for a movie that is available

My workplace recently organised a singing bowl meditation workshop on account of World Mental Health day. I get the intention. I had participated, not because I was asked to participate (multiple times) though. Anyway, given there were fewer yoga mats than people, we were practically on the floor (#1) in a meeting room that is in the middle of the workplace (#2), with some colleagues around (#3). Safe to say, I was not feeling particularly free and relaxed. The instructor, wh

The last month has been slow. I missed home more than usual, maybe because of the festival season. It was also a less busier season at...