“Please can you have a boring life this year,” said Mohini my friend, after she heard about the private bus that slammed into my car two days before Christmas.
The question I often ask myself is: Where would I be if every action of mine was impeccable, that I had been right about absolutely everything and had never made a dubious choice in my life and lived a life as “Visakha” practising norms learned from childhood, religion etc… Would I be happy now? I doubt it. I would be bored and, worse, I would be boring!
Well, it has been dodgy living the past few years. If I took stock from 2004, there was the tsunami, followed by the flash floods with my little suburban hut going under 2 feet of water in 2006. Then there was the time…
View original post 830 more words