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In the Times of Lockdown

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I woke up to the alarm like ringtone of my phone, at 6.48 am. It was his call. The super awesome delivery guy from SuprDaily, who was to deliver 1.5 kg tomatoes by our door step this morning. And in consequence, save us from stepping outdoors. I confirmed the address and went downstairs to wait for him, lest I should sleep again. Sitting in the kitchen elevated floor with the fan switched on and the main door open, I could feel the morning chill through the gate. It was so refreshing. And the air smelt so inviting. I could go for a morning walk now, had I not been alone awake in the PG, and had the situation been otherwise. Finally the delivery guy came- his face covered with a mask and saying- ' Aap ne last week kanda bhi mangwaya tha na! Door band tha tab.' I remembered last week's unsuccessful attempt at waking up so early, to receive 1kg of onions. Times we live in.
God knows when all of this would end. Lockdown. Miss the life as we knew it. Though secretly I am enjoyi…

All That Makes Us Human: An incoherent diary entry

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Let's talk about boundaries. How do we understand and realize our boundaries in a relationship? Parent, sibling, partner, friend- which ever relation might it be, how do we put a finger on what is an excess? How much exactly is too much? Tracking your daughter’s phone without her permission- is it okay or are you over protecting? Or are you crossing a moral boundary of privacy? Calling your partner repetitively in the middle of the night to ramble your emotional dilemmas, without a bother about his/her sleep cycle and health- isn’t it a misplaced sense of entitlement? It’s a child’s behaviour, seeking attention and importance, in my opinion. Imposing on your friend, seeking more of her time than she can spare, since she has to go back home to her partner, are your boundaries in their right place? The more you justify your behaviour, the more you are at fault. A person plays a lot of roles- someone’s child, sibling, roommate, and so on. He’s an individual too. We have to set bounda…

Tree Love : Pics from France

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Dear Anjali went for a student exchange program in France, and sent me such lovely pics of trees there, on my special request. Enamored with the beauty there. And such a beautiful scene the change of season paints. Even the shedding of leaves fills me with the romantic thoughts of a new beginning. Winter is cold, yet beautiful. Spring is oh so beautiful. Humans will come and go from the face of the earth. May dearest nature blossom and prosper. May its beauty be eternal.

Thappad - A Review

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Taapsee’s acting is wonderful. So believable, so realistic and it prods us so much to think. I admired how she could act to be so vulnerable and yet so strong. The slap scene when she just goes numb and confused to as what has happened around her, is deep. And the days passing by, as she tries to deal with the memory of the humiliation, the blow to her worth in the household, her near and dear ones, especially women and younger brother telling her to just move on. Forgive and forget. Let it go. And all this while, Vikram, the once sweet husband, refuses to see that he needs to apologize and acknowledge that it was his fault. And that its not cool to slap your wife, whatsoever be the reason. He stoops down to reasoning his state of mind, and his excuses for it, instead of just saying sorry and meaning it. 
Along with Taapsee, there are some amazing ensemble of characters in the movie, whose lives are entwined with her. Lovely characters. I loved Diya Mirza’s characters, I’m bad with rem…

This Pretty Painting Project

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I painted after long. 3 years to be precise. And I thoroughly enjoyed the experience. I am quite satisfied with this end product. Though this piece looks tricky and artistic, it didn't require anything besides patience. No creativity or mind's magic. There's something called paint-by-numbers, where the canvas comes with lines drawn, each section numbered and colors are numbered. All you got to do is match both and viola, after 15 or so hours, you end up with this beautiful piece. I wanted to write somewhere 'Colored/Painted by Ruchi' but it kind of felt like cheating. Now that this piece is done and dusted, I am missing the daily ritual of painting. Playing with the colors. The strokes. The beautiful 20 shades. It had almost become an obsession for about a week. I have decided to get myself another such scenic canvas and paint for my room in Bhubaneshwar. I am loving it.

In an alternate life ...

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In an alternate life, I could have been hosting people in my own homestay on a mountain top, overlooking a beautiful valley, and cooking up delicious meals, conjuring aromas of the land. Mornings would have me frolicking around in the garden, collecting home grown veggies, plucking flowers for the vases and picking juicy fruits for light consumption. Afternoons before lunch would be a jostle of pots and pans. Lunches would be an amalgamation of conversations in various tongues, licking of fingers, and petting the four-legged creatures in need of love. Post lunch a lull would spread in the property, with some preferring a nap, some getting lazy over the terrace basking in the sun, some retreating to the backyard with a book, and the last few getting busy with making pickles. Evenings would mean unlimited servings of tea and coffee, as per preferences, and collecting firewood together. And nights, ah sweet dear cozy nights, would mean cuddling and blankets and deep sleep and satisfactio…

Lohagard Trek

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Long time no see.

I needed motivation to write, and finally I got one. My typing has become slow and words don’t flow as they used to. They feel like some guest long left unattended. 


Days in Mumbai are different, very different than those in Dehradun. It doesn’t rain here, it pours, quite literally. The rush is unimaginable. And the lack of space, whether it is in the double sharing rooms that we stay in or the houses that we see around, is shocking. It was a huge shift of lifestyle. From Dehradun where the terrace had views of the beautiful mountains and horizons, to Mumbai where terraces don’t even exist, neither do horizons. Well, I have heard how romantic monsoon here is, and how the city grows on you with time. And I seriously hope they are true. I want to like this place, since I have to spend a long time here. Slowly and steadily, I am hopeful, that this city would open up to me.


The friends get together planned in Pune finally happened, and the biggest joy is that I could attend…

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