Lakshmi Iyer's Blog, page 43
August 20, 2018
Protagonists In Our Story
I chew thoughtfully, very aware of the camera’s gaze on me. I try and ignore its presence. Sometimes I am successful. I go about my day aware of a third unseeing eye in the house. My children color on pages, the camera a benign presence. They chat about inane things. Sometimes, they say something profound. […]
August 18, 2018
A Tale Of Two Mothers
It is dusk, the clouds have been gathering in force all through the day, threatening rain. I am in my study after what feels like ages. For a week I have been tending to my guests, cooking, cleaning, worrying and walking. Today, the house feels quiet, calm, normal. On Monday, the mother of my older […]
August 8, 2018
A Note Of Thanks
A little over a year and a half before, I wrote a passionate plea to help someone in need. I called her Shakthi on the blog. A lot of you wrote back, sent money, gift cards and a whole lot of good wishes. Today I am happy to report she is thriving and officially divorced. […]
August 7, 2018
Intimate Spaces
A clutch of colorful leaves is in her long, tapered fingers. Laddu painstakingly searches for and brings them to her one by one. It turns into a bouquet. We are by a set of rocks along the road that runs parallel to the roaring horseshoe falls on the Canadian side of the Niagara. Saathi is […]
August 6, 2018
On Radio: Dirty Spoon
Many of you may have read the piece before. It now has a home on the Dirty Spoon website. It also appeared on the Dirty Spoon radio hour on WPVM (103.7 FM-LP) radio from Asheville, NC. The link to the podcast is here and my piece starts at minute 48. If you do listen, let me know […]
July 30, 2018
Multiple Me(s)
I walk around the basement, its luxury vinyl tiles looking like grey slate, it feels smooth to my slippered feet. I walk until it becomes like breathing, natural and the state of being. A phone is glued to my ear. A new friend talks about embarking on her journey as a writer. I feel envious […]
July 24, 2018
Essay: Motherhood, Cleaved
An essay I wrote earlier this year reflecting on how my mothering my children feels cleaved is now online on the Adoptive Families Magazine website. If you are not a subscriber, you can read the piece here: Adoptive Motherhood_Cleaved.
July 21, 2018
An Unusual Gathering
A few days ago, a friend messaged me to check if I was interested in a dinner event. She was vague about details except that the food was free and that it was a small group of like-minded women. I figured I would give it a shot since I knew at least two people there. […]
July 17, 2018
Wind Beneath My Wings
It is late at night, the darkness a cloak that encourages free-ranging discussion and soul-baring. We walk, my friend and I, our steps in sync. We talk about life choices, career choices, being left without choices, making the most of the cards we hold. We talk of finding balance, of discovering peace, whatever that means […]
July 14, 2018
Waiting For The Shoe To Drop
The sound of drums and cymbals reverberate through the house. I am at the stove sauteeing a mix of onions, tomatoes, ginger and curry leaves. The smell is sharp, pungent and reminiscent of my past. Saathi is sprawled on the sofa watching the Wimbledon Mens Semi-Finals the way I get immersed in books. I envy […]
