Never too late to be alone

Chicago was the first city where I lived alone. Alone in the truest sense of the word.  Hostel life at Mesra, an extended hostel life at Jamshedpur, and roommates during my years at Houston certainly prepared me for it. If not for my friend Ganesh I might not have experienced  Chicago, Ganesh Glen Dale Heights …

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Driving with the brakes on

This was a song and band I hooked on to during my Chicago years (1994-98). Easily the era where my musical heart was at its spongiest best. Recently the lines driving with the brakes on and swimming with your boots on seemed evocative of my last five years of barefoot running. I’m usually not much for finding out …

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