Indira Ganesan

Writing, books, and coffee

Archive for December 2017


I have an idea that happiness allows one to express oneself without fear.  It requires a lack of bullying. It requires an effort, a tending, A vigilance. There is spontaneous happiness, of course: waking to snow falling, raindrops on roses, bright furry kittens. Humor, Kindness to oneself, others. Love. As verb or noun. May this New Year be without fear. And more love.

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Pockets of Comfort

This is a snowless, sunny Christmas eve, with the trees bare. Red winterberry peek through the liched-laden branches, though, and sky is a mix of soft grey and blue.  Days like this in Cape Cod make me glad for my pockets of warmth.  On my coat, certainly, for as Coco Channel said, women need pockets, and female clothing hardly included them.  My pockets are also the tiny shops I frequent, […]

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First, cake

Two months ago, I attended a Symposium on South Asian Art at the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston, and at the Arthur M. Sackler Museum at Harvard.  These images are from an illustrated  manuscript from Bundi, Rajasthan, c. 1660-80.  My photography is imperfect,  not always capturing the full image, as I  wondered, too, about the rationality of capturing  an image in an image.   The vibrant reds, the brilliant […]

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