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Wednesday, 3 September 2025

The Thank You Project

For years, I’ve known how I wanted to mark my 50th birthday. I’m not a big partier, but I do love to travel, so I asked my closest friends to give me a birthday gift - of their precious time. A weekend or more, so that we could go on a fun trip and make some wonderful memories. Everyone was on board and quite enthusiastic, and in late 2024, I started planning those (multiple) trips in earnest.

Around the same time, I began to notice that my daily gratitude practice was evolving and deepening, and one of the things I was consistently thankful for was my relationships with family, friends, colleagues, and neighbors. The idea of writing a thank you letter to all the important people in my life as a way of honoring my journey and the people who have been an important part of it began germinating in my head.

The Universe has a way of responding to our thoughts and intentions, and it so happened that on my morning walk, one of my favorite podcasters was interviewing a woman called Nancy Davis, who had written a book called “The Thank You Project” which was about the exact same idea I’d just had! Nancy Davis wrote 50 thank-you letters to the important people, places, and things in her life, to mark her 50 years on earth. She wrote thank-you letters to cities she’d lived in and loved, musicians she admired, and even people who’d passed away.

That seemed like a bit too much work! 50 letters! I dismissed it out of hand. And then what would I do to mark my 60th birthday?!! Even before reading Nancy’s book, I had decided to use the following criteria to decide who would get a letter. It had to be someone I’d known at least for a couple of decades, someone who’d had a big impact on my life, someone whom I was very fond of. I used the AND operator instead of OR, as the latter would have created a fairly large list. I would have had to quit my job and write letters full-time! The names of some terrible bosses and toxic friends come to mind if we are talking about a lasting impact on my life:) 

My final list consisted of 14 people. I decided that each of them would get a handwritten and heartfelt thank-you letter. Husband, kids, parents, and sibling got automatic spots (somewhat like US college legacy admissions!). Along the way, the handwritten part was discarded, and I settled for a calligraphy font, nice paper, and signing my name at the end. For my friends, I also included a couple of snapshots of us together. 

The experience of crafting these letters was intensely therapeutic. Finding things to write about was not a problem. Broadly, I would mention how I had met this person, our shared experiences, and how this person had helped/shaped/inspired me. I ended each letter with a wish or positive affirmation and some hopes for our future time together.

The time I spent thinking of that person, funnily enough, became its own prayer of thanksgiving, an unexpected meditation of sorts that made this project a labor of love in the truest sense.

Letters to my parents and my kids were obviously the hardest to write. The material was too much, there was too much to say, and I was tearing up before I had written five lines. I gave myself 4 months to finish all the letters (giving ample buffer time for the emotional labour involved :)). As it happened, it took longer; I started in January and finished only in June.

Was it fun? Yes, it was fun, and funny, and sad. Lots of feelings and memories came up (good and bad, free therapy!) I was relieved, happy, and even more grateful when I finished. I will hand over the letters with no expectation other than that they will be read. I think of the project as a gift to myself rather than to the recipients of the letters.

I have a copy of all the letters, and it’ll be nice to read them over every now and then and savor my incredible good luck. I will have a longer list of people to write to if I make it past another decade!

Friday, 22 August 2025

Another School Year (2025)

My Facebook and Insta feed is inundated with first day of school photos. Wide toothy smiles, proud mama and papa bears, the excitement and promise radiating even through the screen. S comes back from his walk and reports how our bus stop was full of enthusiastic kids and relieved parents, some kids going to kindergarten and public school, for the very first time. I immediately wish I had been there. Not that I feel nostalgic for those days. With my children being in a different city and school every year or every second year, these occasions were never happy but instead filled with dread and anxiety. I mostly recall feeling nauseous for the whole day until the kids came back and were able to report being reasonably comfortable in their new environment.

Still...time heals these scars :) I shoot off multiple good-luck texts to friends and neighbors who I know have kids entering elementary, middle and high schools. I know they will be anxious and emotional, whatever the milestone.

In my own home, things are quiet. Y has applied and got a parking spot in her school premises, and for weeks we have been arguing on the advisability of driving to school every day. We the parents insist she can take the bus; she is appalled at having to ride with "the babies"! The babies are all in high school, by the way! For now, she has lent her parking spot to a friend who will be driving to school everyday; in return, this friend will give Y a ride every morning. 

Today, she informs me she doesn't need breakfast. She and her friend will stop at Starbucks on the way and grab something. She requests her favorite paneer sandwich for lunch though. Before I know it, she is out of the house and I haven't clicked a photo like I usually do. 

She is back at 5, and I can already see a halo of stress around her. She reminds me that he is now an "upperclassman". She has begun to predict which of her teachers will be harsh graders. She wants to start a club at her school. Homework has already been assigned on the first day. Junior year, that bogeyman of high school, is on its way :) 

Thursday, 17 July 2025

Y's summer so far

Y's summer has been busy. She recently completed her "Behind The Wheel" course and has her official driver's license!! She has been lobbying to take the car to school next year (junior year, 11th grade), and I have been holding the line at 'no.' She started her internship with our school district some time ago, and so far it has been going really great. This is the first time the district has inducted high school interns, and they have been giving them some good projects to work on. I think she will learn a lot.

Y recently won the 1st prize at a local poetry contest. She had submitted on a whim, after I informed her the first prize was $100 :) She hasn't been writing consistently, which is a pity, so it takes a contest or an assignment for her to get over her writer's block. She wrote a poem about social media, which I guess resonated with the judging panel. Here is the poem: 

Post Me Into Memory

I share a thought,

a broken shard of something larger,

held just right to catch the light.

A caption that has been trimmed and rehearsed,

but meant to look effortless.

A photo of my breakfast,

but what I meant was: I am still here.

A sunset flick,

but what I meant was: I wish this peace would last forever.

We chase the dopamine in digital echoes,

Likes captured like fireflies in a jar,

briefly bright,

yet always fading.

But there’s something raw

in this endless reaching-

some deep, human emotions,

woven into pixels and code.

See me. Remember I was here.

It somehow seems like the oldest thing of all-

carving stories into the cave walls,

etching names into the bark,

longing to be forever.


Thursday, 10 July 2025

Apr-June 2025

Once more, life gets in the way of posting regularly on the blog. It appears that most of the bloggers with whom I started my journey have let their blogs die out. Some have moved on to other platforms. I miss reading their musings. It used to be therapeutic for me to read about someone's life, struggles, challenges, and joys. Even if we had never met, I could relate to that person being in the same stage of life as I was. I could commiserate, comment, and lend a semblance of moral support even from hundreds or thousands of miles away. 

Since March (last time I posted), I  started a new job. We have traveled quite a bit (so what's new!). We spent Spring break in Belize, Central America. The Memorial Day long weekend was in Bethany Beach, Delaware, just a few hours' drive away. In June, and our silver jubilee anniversary and S & I took off for a bucket-list trip to Yellowstone and Grand Teton National Parks while Ads came back from college to hold fort and babysit his sister :)  Ads has a year-long internship in Madison, which started in May, so he has been on campus for the last few weeks and will not really come back "home". However, we have been seeing him quite often; last weekend we went to Madison and spent a weekend with him, followed by a couple of days touring colleges for Y in Indiana. 

It has now been exactly 7 years since we landed here in the US. I went back and read my post from 2018. So many changes since then! So much growth, joys, setbacks, and challenges. Ads who turned 13 mere weeks after we arrived is almost 20 now. Y will graduate from high school in two years and already has a summer internship, which keeps her very busy. All my friends are in the middle years now (I read somewhere that the middle years are the years between being hip and breaking one!), dealing with teenagers, high school and college schedules, empty nests, and ageing parents. Some divorces and near-separations too :( 

I am rapidly approaching the 50-year mark myself (in my head, I'm still 30!). I keep myself busy with work, giving back, trying to stay fit, and my lovely Carnatic music classes. We have had several group performances this year and are practicing for a few more as the festival season draws near. 

Before we know it, 2025 will also be firmly in the rear-view mirror and I will once again be scratching my head wondering where the time went!

Tuesday, 18 March 2025

2024 Recap

 I wrote a grand total of 3 posts in 2024. Trying to do better in 2025. 

2024 was another eventful year. I've been looking through the old photos and recapturing the highlights.

January - Took my parents to Sri Lanka for their golden anniversary. Sri Lanka is so gorgeous and it was my second trip. We went to Colombo, Galle, Dambulla, Trincomalee and Kandy. 

Spent a few days in Bangalore as well and met so many old friends including someone I hadn't met since college (Ethiraj)! (more on that later)

February - S was in India and some of our Canadian relatives came over to our neck of the woods

March - Cherry blossom season! We all went to the SF Bay Area for spring break. It was a social whirlwind as we had to catch up with all the friends and family who lived there, many of whom had seen my kids as babies/toddlers. Met another Ethiraj buddy there. 

April - Portugal with 2 of my friends! That travelogue is still sitting in the drafts :( 

May - My cousin graduated from Georgetown Law and we went to her fancy post-graduation party. Memorial day weekend, we started S's early birthday celebration with a biking holiday in Lehigh Gorge State Park, Pennsylvania. On S's birthday, our close friends from NY, J and P landed up to surprise him on his 50th! We had a lovely two days with them. 

June - our anniversary at home. We hosted S's aunt and uncle for a few days. 

June end/early July - 50th birthday celebrations in the Smokies. Kids left for Singapore.

July - my parents arrived for a few months' stay. The first time they came in warm weather :) 

Aug - Beach trip to Norfolk and Virginia Beach. I dropped Ads back at Madison and helped him set up his apartment. 

September - My cousin's wedding in Toronto - famjam! I don't know how we packed it all in but apparently I also took my parents to Swaminarayan temple in NJ, Harper's ferry in WV and Mt.Vernon the same month :) Y's homecoming dance. My cousin visited from the Bay Area.

Met yet another Ethiraj buddy in TO!

October - Navarathri. Big crowd, golu hops, dandiya with my Zumba gang. Yukta started driving lessons. Halloween celebration in our community. 

November - We went to NYC for a few days as an advance celebration for Y's 16th. Watched 2 amazing shows - Six and Hamilton. In Seattle with my brother and his family (and my parents) for Thanksgiving. 

December - India! Our silver jubilee reunion at IIMB and a few days in the Mangalore area after. 

Loved that I could meet FOUR of my friends from college in the same year as I happened to go to each of the cities they lived in - Bay Area, Madison, Bangalore and Toronto. We were meeting for the first time since 1996 (except for the Madison friend whom I had met a few times in between) 

Other highlights were that I started going for a Pilates class once a month in the latter part of the year (and I'm loving it). I also found a good Carnatic music teacher not far away and we have a weekly class. It feels good to restart my music practice.

Sunday, 16 March 2025

This is 16

Long cascading hair

You’ve learned new terminology

-heatless curls 

-lymphatic drainage 


-contouring 


New brands 


-Edikted (not “addicted”!)


-Brandy


-Uggs (ugh-ly!)



This is 16


It’s so GenX to use punctuation


Her teachers are so annoying


Sometimes she just hates everybody


and sometimes everybody hates her


Size 7 feet


Hands that can wield a makeup brush like a master


Rolling-eye and sarcasm expert 


Tries to make jokes, that fall flat; 


they crack her up anyway



This is 16


Learning to drive


Doesn't know how to parallel park


Doesn't hear you. Hears every word when you’re talking to your best friend on the phone,


or to your husband (about her) 


Loves to talk about her day


Stops in the middle of a sentence 


when she realizes it's TMI



This is 16


Dramatic. Independent. Opinionated. 


Loves to loll in her bed


in her messy room


clothes and makeup everywhere 


She needs you


except when she doesn’t


and she is “over stimulated” and can’t bear you being close



This is 16


Sometimes she is a social butterfly


and sometimes she has social anxiety


She needs things to be aesthetic 


She can tell at a glance that you made an ugly PowerPoint 


She always smells amazing


Sometimes you shower in her bathroom because she has better products than you do



This is 16


Graceful. Radiantly beautiful. 


She scrolls through her phone on the couch 


For a second you see a glimpse of the little girl she used to be, glasses and all. 


You insist on showing her old baby pictures


and she smiles tolerantly 



This is 16


More dazzling and complicated than you ever imagined it would be 


Those playground squabbles and make-believe games? 


You smile at how simple it seemed then


What you thought they were testing your patience and your resolve, 


that was just some limbering up


for what’s coming 



In 2 years she will spread her wings


You push that thought away


For now


it is enough that she wants to cuddle up with you before you go to sleep


(you always go to bed before her)


That she usually wants to watch a rom-com with you on the weekend 


that you can both groove to Hamilton and Mamma Mia


and you can both cite every dialogue from Notting Hill 



For now, it is enough 


That she likes to shop with you 


and sit alongside on the floor at Barnes and Noble


nose deep in a book 


That you change her sheets every week even though you scold her for not doing it 


That you can still make her favorite vodka pasta 


That she still sends you a text that just says 


mummmmmaaaaa



This is 16


This is magnificent

Friday, 14 March 2025

Holi-day memories

Imagine the time and place - early 1980s, early March, somewhere in UP (Meerut, Lucknow etc). It is Holi. Schools and offices are off. For days, the Subramanian family has existed in a state of dread. Their least favourite festival is looming. Amma grew up in Dehradun and Delhi, yet dislikes Holi, as does Appa who is a Madras boy through and through. My brother is probably too young to register much perhaps, but I have certainly contracted my parent's apprehensiveness about this Helli-day.

We have many friends among our lovely North Indian neighbors and colleagues (South Indians and Tamilians being rather thin on the ground), but we don't enjoy their boisterous and aggressive Holi avatars. Our wallflower-ish Tamilian instincts rebel at all that shouting, dancing, music, throwing color and water. Our biggest fear is being dragged out of the house and forced to be a sport and participate in Holi festivities. 

Our house in Meerut has two front doors. So my dad has the brilliant idea one year to install a big lock on one door, enter the house through the other, and barricade ourselves in. The four of us sit inside, quiet as mice, knowing fully well we would be getting visitors shortly. (It was probably 2-3 people from my dad's office but to my 7 year old self it felt like a mob!)

Sure enough, some people arrive at the door. Knock loudly, ring the doorbell. "Subramanian, we know you are in there. Baahar aao! Hum kuch nahin karenge" someone with a name like Dubey/Goel/Tiwari yells. 

After multiple rounds of shouting "Subramanian", my dad knows the game was up. He bravely opens the door. They are very nice, they put a teeka, throw some color on all of us, maybe we exchange sweets. 

Anticlimax! Much ado about nothing! Rinse and repeat every year :) 

Just in case you were curious, I love playing Holi now :) Yesterday's trauma is often today's funny story!