Being able to finish a book is one of my pleasures in lockdown life. Like many people, in the previous pre-pandemic existence termed ‘normal’, I would hardly have time to finish reading a book. I have bookshelves littered with half-read books. In fact, some are quarter-read books. I was time-poor, in my defence. Perhaps my …
There are so many ways in which one comes to the realisation that one is gripped by the midlife crisis. Mine was a gradual and dawning one experience. The alarm clock would go off. I would struggle to wake up. Getting out of bed was the second struggle within a space of five minutes of …
When I was growing up, resilience was never a word used in common parlance. Maybe it materialised its’ meaning in other ways through words like ‘be strong’ or ‘pull yourself together’. I wasn’t brought up in a harsh third-world workhouse but toughness was certainly a part of the culture then. There was no such concept …
