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Tattoo: July 2008

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My truths. My lies. My tattoos. Thursday, July 24, 2008. I and my socially-challenged friend. I and my socially-challenged old school friend decided to have an evening out. Crisis that could not be solved with an evening out. Later, walking down Georgetown’s M Street, we took in the quaintness and richness of the town in equal measures. Our intention was to find a club although admittedly both of us panicked a little. The questions we bandied were “have you ever been to a club? Tuesday, July 15, 2008.

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Tattoo: Santa Was Here!!!

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My truths. My lies. My tattoos. Friday, December 26, 2008. M: Lugging around a ten-ton Christmas tree is not my idea of fun. R: It is good exercise. Set it in that corner. That is perfect. M: You said that about the last corner too, before we shifted. A house shouldn’t have these many corners. R: Now all we have to do is fix the branches and get the decorations all up. M: Well, that is work for a whole day. R: We have nothing better to do. R: Now you don’t. Okay, let us get cracking. R: Who ordained it?

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Tattoo: Being Janus-Faced (also a tag)

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My truths. My lies. My tattoos. Sunday, January 4, 2009. Being Janus-Faced (also a tag). Let me start my year by playing Janus, that two-faced god who forgets to live in the present because he is always looking backward and forward – the past and future. And let me start by doing an almost-forgotten tag (tagged by Usha. About yesterdays and tomorrows. The crow that fasted during the eleventh lunar day) who fell into a well and found treasure, of a. What were you doing ten years ago? I would have a Noah&#...

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Tattoo: January 2009

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My truths. My lies. My tattoos. Friday, January 30, 2009. So mama called the piano teacher. She said she wanted her little girl to have personal piano lessons. The teacher was ready to come. They fixed the time and date. The teacher laughed kindly. Let us start with the C, she said. Friday, January 9, 2009. 8221; “What is gingerbread? 8221; “Can I make a gingerbread man? 8221; “Can I make him run? 8221; “How can the cow drink tea? We have our own Indian equivalent in many legends and myths. A lump of...

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Tattoo: Hand in hand

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My truths. My lies. My tattoos. Friday, February 13, 2009. Like smoothing out a crumbled piece of paper, I iron out your hand with mine. Your hand is still obstinately lifeless, my treasure still hidden, and I am desperate. I tickle it. I pinch it. I shake it. I squeeze it. Your hand still taunts soundlessly. I am dejected. I finally give up. I place your hand quietly back on your lap and withdraw mine slowly. This is in response to a tag by Usha. 8221; than Valentine’s eve? My dear dear Roopa! Shail: Th...

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Tattoo: A rose by any other name...

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My truths. My lies. My tattoos. Tuesday, February 24, 2009. A rose by any other name. But then, I digress. Now each time I travel, I have to look into my passport to verify my set of names before confirming them, more often than not evoking suspicious glances in my direction. Some sympathetic customs officials do tut-tut. I try to look unperturbed. “A rose by any other name would smell as sweet,” I echo the Bard. He does have a point there, after all. February 24, 2009 at 8:48 PM. Ganga: Oh yes, it gets ...

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Tattoo: December 2008

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My truths. My lies. My tattoos. Friday, December 26, 2008. M: Lugging around a ten-ton Christmas tree is not my idea of fun. R: It is good exercise. Set it in that corner. That is perfect. M: You said that about the last corner too, before we shifted. A house shouldn’t have these many corners. R: Now all we have to do is fix the branches and get the decorations all up. M: Well, that is work for a whole day. R: We have nothing better to do. R: Now you don’t. Okay, let us get cracking. R: Who ordained it?

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Tattoo: May 2008

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My truths. My lies. My tattoos. Thursday, May 22, 2008. This is a whirlwind month for me. My entire drab routine has gone topsy-turvy. Not a good month by my austere misoneistic standards. A bigger hurdle I face is shopping. Realization dawned on me on a hot and sticky May morning that my three-year-old has somehow outgrown everything she has without growing an inch (! I have never done so much shopping my entire life! I rest my case. May is simply not my month. Sunday, May 11, 2008. To mom, with love.

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Tattoo: February 2009

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My truths. My lies. My tattoos. Tuesday, February 24, 2009. A rose by any other name. But then, I digress. Now each time I travel, I have to look into my passport to verify my set of names before confirming them, more often than not evoking suspicious glances in my direction. Some sympathetic customs officials do tut-tut. I try to look unperturbed. “A rose by any other name would smell as sweet,” I echo the Bard. He does have a point there, after all. Friday, February 13, 2009. Saturday, February 7, 2009.

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Tattoo: The House at the End of Memory Lane

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My truths. My lies. My tattoos. Thursday, September 4, 2008. The House at the End of Memory Lane. Memories are dutiful harbingers of nostalgia. I have quite a pack of stark, lucid memories – one of the earliest is of my biting my twin in a well-justified bout of sibling rivalry and getting my first milk tooth loosened in the bargain. There is yet another one of both of us dancing a chicken dance (! We would pack a whole lot of things. Two suitcases, a bedding roll, a food container with hot. After being ...