Meet DominoMan

Meet DominoMan 😂 This is what happens when you're more excited about your four-year-old's blocks than he is. Tried using dominoes to build a pyramid but without the angular edges, it seemed a bit daunting. That's how the DominoMan came to be. 😁 #dominoesgame #dominos

Loneliness

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Omicron and me

Whoever called #Omicron mild must have been a jellyfish without joints. If you've chronic bronchitis like me, it feels like a thousand pine needles grating against your trachea with each breath you take. With each cough, it inflames further and the rapid movement causes capillary bursts. Bruises in the lungs and the legs. Aches in fingers, knees and elbows. Abdominal pains and high fever of 102-3F. Yeah, not mild. Your oxygen might not dip below 90 and you'll not die, but the road to recovery is long for people with chronic conditions. I got the call for RT-PCR from the lab, five days after I first booked a slot (that's how packed they are). They suggested I turn them down if I didn't need it anymore. I did. The doctor said I had ticked all symptoms for Omicron that the test was unnecessary. (The bronchitis had made it look like delta at the beginning.) Shouldn't waste a biometric kit. We already had one who tested positive at home so we're all going to get it, one by one. Finally, after four days, I can get out of bed and stand for a good 10 minutes. Small joys. 😁

Reader comment on Mad & Moonly (Book 3 of The Goa Saga)

When someone reads The Goa Saga and thinks James Albuquerque reminds him of The Rock 😁

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2021: A year that tested me like no other

Started 2021 with an overwhelming feeling of grief and guilt after the sudden loss of my father-in-law. The refrigerator that was delivered at the time of his funeral will be a reminder of how fickle life is. Podcasting became a way of coping with that grief. Found new friends, reconnected with some old ones. New bonds formed. Older ones were tested. Love, loss, inexplicable connections with people and places far away from this time and beyond made me, an atheist, almost a believer. Found my Afghan friends without a homeland as Taliban took over their country. My pain, guilt and sense of betrayal seemed trivial to theirs. Hate mail became the norm, from beyond the borders and within. Finally, summed up the courage to publish my fiction series, The Goa Saga, and get accustomed to the idea of being a novelist. Three podcasts, two new careers, juggling the toddler's first school year with anxiety, fear and lots of laughter, this year has tested me like no other. 2022 will be for love and hope. Happy New Year!