Category Archives: childhood

A Wearied Progress

The innocence of childhood.
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 The realities of toil.
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The weathering of experience.

“Cursed is the ground for thy sake; in sorrow shalt thou eat of it all the days of thy life.”
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Pictures taken on the same afternoon, whilst on the road in Ladakh.

A Suitable Desk Job

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As a child, I lusted after a toy “Post Office” kit.
Included in its bounty were mock forms, paper stamps, rubber stamps and, in the deluxe versions, even a toy cash register.
My friend, an only child, had one. And rather selfishly, I often went to play with his post office, rather than him.

Once an adult, I became increasingly averse to form-filling.

Clichéd though it is, life definitely turns in circles.
I have chosen to live in a land held captive to complex paperwork.

But now I never fill a form.
Shaji my house manager, or Charlie my agent, negotiate the slow paths of India’s bureaucracy for me.
And when, occasionally, the situation turns truly Kafkaesque,
I hand the process to John T Sebastian,
my advocate.

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Picture of a Hindu Temple Office, taken in Cochin.