
Courage vs Patience
The other day someone asked on Twitter ‘If you could pick one trait for yourself, in an unlimited quantity, what would it be?’. I spent a lot of time pondering this question. There are many traits I’d like to have.
The other day someone asked on Twitter ‘If you could pick one trait for yourself, in an unlimited quantity, what would it be?’. I spent a lot of time pondering this question. There are many traits I’d like to have.
I have looked upon with wonder and more than a little bit of envy at work-from-home desks of my friends. Somedays I have longed for a place like that. A place where I can put up cute little mugs filled with colourful pens (that all work), a happy family photograph, a quirky poster, a plant …
The first thing I do each morning as I wake up, is reach for my phone. That’s unusual because I don’t like getting to it until later in the day. But these are unusual times and I switch to my WhatsApp messages with a mixture of hope and dread.
I have come to believe that if India and Pakistan were closeted together somewhere, secluded from the rest of the world, all acrimony would disappear. Let me explain. So the other day, N asked H to get her a glass of water. Now usually a seemingly simple request like this one would have been met …
I shut the door to my room, switch off the wifi on my laptop and turn my phone to aeroplane mode. I set the timer and open my laptop for some focussed writing time. Barely 30 seconds in, H pushes open my door. ‘Can I eat?’ he asks.