Sangeetha Kamath

  The tones and hues outside are those of a vibrant spring. Mid winter rains and chill have been dismal this year and the air is unusually clogged with a dry spell, boiling us night and day. While November for me has been a month of transformations and dragging transitions, it's also been an odyssey on many planes and of varying degrees.  Shedding my vulnerability and donning an invisible suit of armor has been one of them to face my life lessons head on. When it comes to me, the Universe has had a wacky sense of humor these past few months. Just like an impish child, it doesn't like me sitting still or getting cozy in my comfort zone.  Dear Diary! Dear Diary! Dear Diary!  Oh Dear Oh Dear!  Where do I even begin?  I've been hopping from one merry ride onto another in a maddening spree. It was the finest of times, it was the crummiest of times. It was the age of triumphs, of glory, of celebrations, of reunions and of milestones which marked my parents' 50th ...