Echoes from “Autobiography of a Yogi,” held together by memory, love, and the persistence of a scar I can still remember that house, and that room where my mother died, with a clarity that defies the decades. Time usually blurs even our brightest joys, but certain memories remain untouched—as if they belong not to the … Continue reading The Room Where She Died
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When a Book Opened a Door
A Quiet Conversation Between the Living and the Loved. It was my friend Vasu who first told me about The Autobiography of a Yogi. He would quote little pieces from it during our conversations—especially whenever I wrote or spoke about my mother. More than once, he said, “You know, Mohan… the way you write, it … Continue reading When a Book Opened a Door
Half the Chaos, Twice the Silence
Great for Toys, Not So Great for Tears People think being an only child is a blessing wrapped in shiny paper.“Lucky kid,” they say. “No sharing! No fighting! No one stealing your snacks!” And yes, on paper, that sounds like a dream. If my father walked in with something that obviously looked like a child’s … Continue reading Half the Chaos, Twice the Silence
When Teachers Were Human
Before screens had answers, hearts did. I don’t usually read WhatsApp forwards.Most of them begin with “Must Read!” — which, to me, is reason enough not to. But one particular forward last week caught my attention.It was about a teacher. Maybe it was the word teacher that stopped me.Or maybe it was because, after all … Continue reading When Teachers Were Human
Eat Something, You Look Thin
The immortal echo of every mother and grandmother People say nothing lasts forever. Clearly, they’ve never met mothers. Or worse, grandmothers. Mothers don’t really die — they simply reappear in upgraded versions, also known as grandmothers. It’s the only promotion in the world where the pay is zero, the job description is vague, but the … Continue reading Eat Something, You Look Thin
The Loaf and the Love
From bakery ovens to childhood memories, and the warmth that endures The best bread in the world is the one you can’t wait to eat. Not the kind that comes sealed in plastic, looking like it was machine-cut by a barber with obsessive symmetry. Not the kind that sits politely in your toaster waiting to … Continue reading The Loaf and the Love
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