The year I got floored by time and tile

By Sushmita Bose

It probably all started when I bought a watch — a ‘branded’ watch — from a store in BurJuman at the beginning of the year. It was DSF, and there were great discounts being meted out. It was a tipping point in my life because, till then, I’d hated watches. I have quite a few (mostly gifts, and the occasional, thoughtless impulse purchase), but never wear them (and I always believed those who “collect” timeless watches ought to get a life: why have round — at times, square — faces telling you time’s a ticking?). My earlier watches lie in obscure drawers, and, with the ticking of time, their batteries run out periodically, and I get them replaced, only to, again, ensconce them back in their resting places.

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Think about it, what is really the measure of a human life?

By Eva Prabhakar

The last time I kissed my father’s forehead, the cold touch echoed the numbness within me. Even as I felt rooted to the spot, my mind rushed from one thought to the next. It’s strange, I thought, how the mind works at all when faced with death, and especially, what the mind chooses to focus on. Continue reading Think about it, what is really the measure of a human life?