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Seven years ago, at a bank in India, where I had gone to restructure a loan along with my brother, the bank manager steadfastly refused to acknowledge my presence. The account was mine, the loan was mine, I asked the questions but my brother received the answers. At the end, when I said thank you, my brother was told, “You’re welcome, sir.”
It seems to be that everyone is talking about January being the month to cut back on all the over-eating from last month, to go back to feeling like a butterfly rather than a slug. I am obviously still stuck in the month of indulgence as I seem to be thinking about food constantly.
At 14, I was quite the brat, unable to think beyond me, myself and I. My universe consisted of school, school friends, friends at home and severe injustice, most often imagined, meted out by my parents. Life was quite uncomplicated, as life in a bubble usually is.
A couple of weeks ago, I got up in the morning to what was an absolutely beautiful day. Imagine waking up in Muscat to the sound of rain on wooden shutters and the fresh wet earth smell if you lean out.
We are just on the third day of the new year and I want to wish everyone a very Happy New Year again. And love, happiness, health, wealth, prosperity, blessings, rainbows, miracles and so on. While it seems phones are as essential to our life as the air we breathe, the one time I wish I didn’t own a phone are times like now.