It was 7 p.m. As he drove home on Dubai’s busy commuter streets, his mind wandered. He knew this was going to be another long drive. If Neela were sitting in the passenger seat, it would have been a long, chatty drive — with her doing all the talking. The air conditioner was roaring…
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Have you ever had that kind of night where you dream that you’re lying in bed awake? You toss and turn, get up and drink water, go to the restroom, stare at the clock, adjust the shades, check your e-mails … but in reality all of that is really a dream. You’re lying in…
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I’ve heard people say that their mind is constipated when they’re having the infamous writer’s block. The tightness, the discomfort, the clogging together of everything you ingest … it isn’t pleasant. You’re in a foul mood. Colleagues give unasked-for advice. You can’t focus. And all in all it’s just grumpiness galore. You try to…
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Have you ever tried tacos at a taco stand? They’re unbelievably delicious — unlike anything you’d eat at a “proper” restaurant (or at a Taco Bell!). That’s where I am. Eating the most spicy salsa ever and the crispiest chips, while the two soft tacos wait their turn. As I look around I see…
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I have slept an average of five hours since Monday. Just can’t seem to shut my brain off as easily as I flick the light switch. The clock seems to move ever so slowly, almost mocking me. I keep thinking of pleasant things in an attempt to make one of them my last one,…
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My ear is still producing gooey stuff. Woke up with an ear infection on Monday and headed to the doc who prescribed antibiotic drops. Took him f-o-r-e-v-e-r to produce the all-electronic prescription — “It’s a new system…we’re trying it out for the first time today.” he said apologetically. I told him not to worry…
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Do you know what it feels like to be the last one in school? To be standing at the gate, watching all your friends leave one by one — some by cycle, some in a rickshaw, some into the outstretched arms of their parent … You stand there thinking about them pedaling home, catching…
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It’s time to remove my thinking cap and put on my writing hat. I’m not really a hat person, though — I’ve skeptically tried on hats at various Gap and Target stores usually on excursions with mom (when she visits) or friends. They shop and I wait around, glancing at my iPhone every 45…
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So, Duane Scott featured my Pleasantly Disturbed Thursday post from last week on his blog today. What an honor to be told by the master of disturbed writing that my piece was a gem. But what does that mean for my blog today? I worry about what to write each of the other days…
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I have to thank Duane Scott for allowing me to present the uninhibited workings of my mind on Pleasantly Disturbed Thursdays. Especially when my brain feels like a heated wok. Sitting on the stove top in utter disdain. It’s not ready to make scrambled eggs. It wants to somehow deflect that dump of information that…
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