W is for Wary I've always thought of myself as a carefree person. Recently, I was jolted into reality by a look from a colleague at lunch: What sort of Indian are you, whimpering at the sight of red flakes on her plate? My mum always had a theory about capsaicin and its corrosive effect…

V is for Vexed So totally want to, like, stamp my foot, and, like, slam the door at the same time as want to, like, coolly raise my eyebrow, toss my head, you know, and, like, glide out or something? Confused, man, so totally, like, confused. Vexed is, I think, a teenage emotion. Not the…

U is for Upset U is a tough one to be positive about. All those un-s, uneasy, uncertain, unbalanced and such. ‘Not’ something. But Upset isn’t not. Well, it is, but it’s not. It's positively negative, if you get my drift. I try not to get upset but I have no fight against the onslaught…

T is for Trepidation This feeling settles down on my mind and connects my fingertips with the keyboard, in a peculiar manner. The trembling wings of a butterfly as it alights on a flower. A feeling that shakes and shivers, a quiver that runs down the spine. No fear, yet no lack of it. No…

S is for Sanguine This is the time of the year for optimism. Spring. The season of rejuvenation. When the earth wakes up after days of darkness and cold. Those days of winter when Depression waits to enter the home and warm itself. My garden outside is waking up slowly. Crocuses crept up from beneath…

R is for Rage "Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!"                             Lewis Carroll, Jabberwocky Fury is another of the six basic emotions. Maybe the most primitive one, next to happiness. It certainly is one which I have thought about…

Q is for Quiescent Barrage of ideas rain down to pierce the magic of the day, and the brain drowns in incessant hustle. That's when the day starts looking like it’s filled with molasses. Mental movement gets slower and slower. And that’s when I know. I know I need time like the bears or badgers.…

P is for Puerile Almost straight white chalk lines beckoned me from the tarred pavement. Squares joined together. I looked around, stole a flat stone from the roadside and flung it into the first square. My legs twitched, wanting to hop along the pattern. “Did you want to play atya-patya with us, aunty?” Aunty. I…

O is for Overwhelmed Today’s post almost didn’t make it. It is strange how I feel this way today of all days. Sunk under the day’s work. Beleaguered by the requirements of customs and traditions Pounded on by a barrage of different obstacles that Life throws in the general direction of the living. A precariously…

N All during our holiday last weekend, my mind was whirling about, swimming in the pool of emotions beginning with N. I had almost made up my mind, when on our return back home, my garden greeted me with the season’s first daffodils. I simply had to change my mind when my garden screamed out…