A message to all my readers When I first began writing down my stories in this quiet space, it was nothing more than an open diary. A place to put memories that needed somewhere to rest, reflections gathered over a lifetime, and thoughts that felt too personal—or perhaps simply too ordinary—to share in conversation. Conventional wisdom often suggests that personal musings rarely accomplish much on the wider internet. There are no frameworks here, no quick advice, and no polished agendas. Just the raw textures of life as I have experienced it: the sudden turns, the quiet routines, the moments of doubt, and the steady work of beginning again. Recently, as a small corner quietly crossed 30,000 reads, I paused to look more closely at the numbers. What moved me was not just the milestone itself, but where those visits were coming from. While some readers join from home here in India, so many of you are reading from entirely different corners of the earth—from Singapore across the seas ...
It all started with cases. I was on the lookout for cases. The cases of lawyers and doctors. The round ones, square ones, or the oblong ones, and the others that lay obscured. Eventually, I found them. They could never have escaped notice from an observant eye. Mine, I doubted, especially with the near vision defect so usual at my age. Nevertheless, I had come a long way. Searching the internet was becoming my forte. If researchers were to configure reports, they could amass volumes of vital information. I harped on ‘The Curious Case of Benjamin Button,’ and my list became a Schindler’s List. Meaningfully, I braced and donned the detective hat for the quest for cases. What I discovered knocked me down. These were always there -the cases. I Googled, only to know what I had overlooked in my desperation for something worthwhile. I read it all over again. My cases nestled with “Noun is a name of a person, place, or thing.” Do I need to know more about cases? Why not? I giggled my way to th...