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When we choose AC comfort or our own vehicle over public transport, we are harming the environment. It’s not just world leaders who can fix the planet. It’s you and me, if we actually care.

When the monsoon wrecked my home state, Kerala, in 2018, it was taken as an aberration by nature that rattled its people out of their laidback lives. We considered it a one-off occurrence which we eventually fought and overcame. Although the vestiges of an old fear lingered, there was no paranoia associated with it.

We didn’t believe the floods would recur this year.

The months of June and July were, by and large, dry, triggering drought concerns. But then came deluge 2.0.

When the seasonal rains ravaged several Indian states once again, I sat up with horror and exclaimed that this wasn’t a coincidence.

A sinister thought shook me — will August be stripped of its festive appeal? Will we see more of these climatic extremities that will wreck our romantic notions about the monsoons? Will rain become a synonym for disaster, year after year? Have the weather dynamics changed far beyond our understanding?


It’s your fault: We are all responsible for bringing about this state of disrepair. (Photo: Reuters)

The flood fury in different states sparked several debates on the causes. It was pointed out that the landslides in Kerala were directly linked to the abusive manner in which we are treating our land and water resources. However, much of what was discussed somehow suggested that the culprits were out there somewhere. That the mafias are to blame and the loss of lives and damage to property are an upshot of the unauthorised manner in which they are pillaging the earth. They have scavenged our land shallow, wiped out green covers, clogged the river beds and reclaimed cultivable space.

It was easier to point fingers and absolve ourselves of any guilt.

We suffered because they erred.

End of debate.

It is categorical that there are direct reasons that lead to a catastrophe like this and some people are unquestionably culpable — but, in our race to fix the blame, aren’t we missing the role we — the common people — innocuously play in bringing the planet to this state of disrepair?

There are the greedy wheeler-dealers on one side and the indifferent commoners on the other. I belong to the latter, and when the floods drowned towns, I wondered, Am I not, as an inheritor and beneficiary of this planet’s assets, responsible for this devastation? Illegal mining and quarrying, razing forests, building skyscrapers, etc., only explains half of this horrific monsoon tale — the other half has you and me playing crucial roles in this dystopian story.


The day is coming: When we will fight our neighbours for a pail of water. (Photo: Reuters)

Let me explain.

How often have we paused to think if we really needed the air conditioner before turning it on? How often have we put our foot down and decided that we will use our reusable crockery instead of disposables in our weekend get-togethers? Can we estimate the amount of water that runs down our drains every day? How many of us even think of public transport as an option?

No, we don’t imagine that the simple transgressions we make in our daily lives can make the weather unruly and wreak havoc. Climate change is very much on our minds because it has been trending for a long while now, but only as a topic of cursory discussion — not as an emergency that demands action. We conveniently believe that it is for world leaders alone to make pledges and take action.

Not you and me.

It is as if we have arrived on this earth with privileges that guarantee immunity.

But the recent incidents must jolt us out of our reverie and induce some solid sense into our complacent heads. The floods and fires can reach our doorsteps. The drought can create shortages on our store shelves. We will, one day, fight with our neighbour for a pail of water. If we still think that we have the influence and wherewithal to beat the consequences of climate change, that the tragedies are in the fate of the poor alone, even God cannot save us — and our children — from what is imminent on us.

When I express sadness and solidarity in words for the people who are caught in natural disasters, make fashionable statements on climate change, and then go back and sink into the sofa, flipping channels with the air conditioner on, I feel like a wretched fraud.


Why drown their tomorrow? Let’s teach our children about climate change today, so they can make informed choices. (Photo: Reuters)

I do not have it in me to be an Al Gore or Greta Thunberg, but I know this — there are things that I can do.

It is not possible to become overly cautious in every move I make — but I can turn the AC off and bear the sweat a bit, take the bus or the train for local commutes, wash the cutlery after a party, refuse plastic bags at the supermarket, and above all, as a mentor for children, make them acutely aware of what awaits us by having conversations with them. A majority of the young ones don’t have the slightest idea that we are all in it together. It is not in their scheme of things at all — because we haven’t told them.

I will tell them in simple language that if the rain that is due in a season falls in a few days and drowns places, it is because the oceans are getting warmer, there is more evaporation and therefore increased precipitation. The winds that are driving the clouds are going berserk. There is no way one can tell where they would fall and when. And for all this, we are liable.

The children will comprehend reality much better than us. They are not indifferent. They will believe me when I tell them, ‘By wasting water and power, by dumping plastic, by being selfish, you are signing your death warrant.’

It isn’t that we don’t have a recourse to all this.

It is just that between essential life options and expendable luxury, we choose the latter.

For this attitude, we deserve punishment — in ways nature deems fit.

 
 
 

Remember me talking about the French window on the 25th floor of our home?

Like all linear ledges, there are two ends to it. One is my favoured morning spot where, by default, I rest back and watch the world pass by till I finish my coffee/tea. By now, I exactly know the scope and limits of my views within the frames of the window, how far I can see and what.

Last week, one day, I decided to sit on the opposite side to know what it looked like from the other side. No prizes for guessing – it gave me a completely different perspective of the world outside which I wouldn’t have seen had I not changed positions.

Although the comfort of familiarity prods me to reiterate that the routine spot is still my favourite, I know better now. Neither spot is superior, they are just two different views of the world through the same window. What outlines their relative merits is my own preferences and prejudices.

Now, I consciously alternate between the two ends and I am getting used to the other view. At times, I stand in the middle and take them together in a single frame to see a binary truth depicted.

The open vistas on one side and the concrete cityscape on the other.

Like day and night.

Love and lovelessness.

White and black.

The yin and yang concept of life becomes apparent to me, yet again.

 
 
 

They were caught in a disagreement again, but she didn’t throw a fit like she once used to. Neither did he raise his voice. It was a quarrel in sync.

Disagreements between them were becoming commonplace now and not surprisingly so, given the number of years they have been yoked to each other’s fate. But they had now matured even in the way they conducted their daily battles.

It’s how relationships sustain over long periods – evolving to heights and devolving to newer spaces, dipping to depths and rising to peaks. Tumult and tranquility alternating, neither one more dominant than the other. The yin and the yang complementing, despite the inconsistencies that at one point threatened their existential connection.

It is one thing to be together and another to be essentially connected. Between the two is a brief space where bonding thrives. It’s an oasis that many miss in their journey through the desert. For long, it had eluded her too.

Those were clamorous times when what is now courteous disagreements were veritable fights and things between them had nearly fallen apart. They had come dangerously close calling it quits. Life scrambled to find a new meaning amidst the listless passage of time. There was, if anything at all, only tedium to endure.

But the universe has unique ways of mending things. Grace, when ardently appealed, comes in abundance to heal and restore. There falls a rain in every parched land, to fill the visible cracks, to revive a dying core.

It’s strange that the magical moment of transition happened to her in a moment of crisis, on a day when he suddenly announced he had quit his job.

‘I have put in my papers. No more employment for me. I am starting on my own,’ he said, triumphantly dumping his high-profile employee ID into the trash bin, as if he had broken free from something that had kept him repressed for long.

The words that echoed his newly acquired sense of freedom froze her. She felt gagged and she stared at him with confusion, looking for answers to the questions she couldn’t immediately voice.

Quitting the job? Relinquishing a stable income? What on this wide earth for? What has come over you?

As the shock passed, she began to rant incoherently, berating his indiscretion, barely allowing him to explain. She had her concerns. The home loan, the children’s education abroad, her own jobless state and their growing age. Start a business? To her, it seemed totally absurd, a juvenile decision to make in the middle age.

‘You must be joking. You can’t set shop in your fifties and become a millionaire in a trice. It takes years to make profits and we seriously don’t have enough to wager all our savings all on a whim. You can’t be so irresponsible and blinded to put our lives at stake,’ she hollered.

He saw her seething, trembling as she does when sudden panic strikes her. But he had come prepared to deliver his defense and patiently waited for her to finish. She wasn’t wrong, he knew. It was just that she didn’t see it as he saw.

He carefully picked his words when she sobered down, as she always did after an outburst. Her arguments and concerns were genuine in her view, he knew. And his priorities were just as valid too.

‘I have, for the longest time, wanted to be my own boss at work. I want to create my own things, and be in charge. I want to be accountable for my efforts, be the sole proprietor of its rewards. I have often shared these thoughts with you, but you failed to see my ambition. From where I stand, it is the only way forward for me. From where you are, it is a grave mistake to make, perhaps. It has always been so between us. We stand on two sides of the fence, facing each other and looking at different things. We don’t have the same frames of reference in most matters. It’s just the way we view things. It doesn’t make either of us wrong. I want you to understand this, at least now.’

She sank into the chair, dug her face deep into the palm, and inhaled deeply. She thought of his long-cherished dreams and his frequent references to it. She didn’t subscribe to them, but that didn’t give her the right to manipulate him. Her concerns couldn’t be foisted on him. He had a right to set his goals and pursue them.

She closed her eyes and spent a few moments in contemplation. Then, sparked by a sudden turnaround in perception, she looked up and said, slowly, stressing the words for effect. ‘So, you quit your job to become an entrepreneur. Right?’

He nodded. She nodded back in response.

‘All right. Just because I don’t recognize the rationale or rightness in it, I can’t say you are wrong, can I? I think I am getting it.’

Saying this, she fixed her eyes at a distance and asked, ‘what do you see out there?’

He turned his glance towards where she looked and said, ‘scattered clouds.’

‘I see the blue sky,’ she said and gave out a little laugh.

 
 
 

Welcome to my Website

I am a Dubai-based author and children's writing coach, with over two decades of experience in storytelling, journalism, and creative mentorship.

My work delves into the intricacies of human emotions, relationships, and the quiet moments that shape our lives. Through my writing, I aim to illuminate the profound beauty in everyday experiences.

I am known for my poignant weekly columns in Khaleej Times, Dubai, The Daily Pioneer, India and books like After the RainThat Pain in the Womb, Sandstorms, Summer Rains, and A Hundred Sips.

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As a children's writing coach and motivational speaker, I empower young minds to unlock their potential. My diverse qualifications and passion for writing and mentoring drive my mission to inspire and transform lives through the written word.

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I have written seven books across different genres.

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The Writer

....Stories are not pieces of fiction.

They are the quintessence of human lives and their raw emotions....

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My unique writing style has won me a devoted following. The stories I write resonate deeply with readers, capturing the characters' emotions and evoking strong sentiments. As a columnist, I have written hundreds of insightful articles, earning me a new identity as a writer who touches lives with words. My stories, shared on my blog and WhatsApp broadcast group Filter Coffee with Asha are known for their emotional depth and relatability.

My debut novel, Sandstorms, Summer Rains, was among the earliest fictional explorations of the Indian diaspora in the Gulf and has recently been featured in a PhD thesis on Gulf Indian writing. 

Coaching Philosophy 

...Writers are not born.

They are created by the power of human thought...

As a children’s and young-adult writing coach of nearly 25 years, I believe that writers are nurtured, not born. I help students and aspiring authors overcome mental blocks, discover their voice, and bring their stories to life. In 2020, I founded i Bloom Hub, empowering young minds through storytelling, and in 2023, I was honored with the Best Children’s Coach award by Indian Women in Dubai.

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Motivational Speaker

...Life, to me, is being aware of and embracing each moment there is... 

Publications / Works

Reader Testimonials 

I have read almost all the creative works of Asha Iyer. A variety of spread served in a lucid language, with ease of expression makes

her works a very relatable read. There is always a very subtle balance of emotion, reality, practicality and values. A rare balance indeed. I always eagerly wait for her next.

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Maitryee Gopalakrishnan

Educationist

Asha Iyer Kumar's writing is dynamic. It has a rare combination of myriad colours and complexities.  There is a natural brilliance to her craft and her understanding of human emotions is impeccable. The characters in her story are true to life, and her stories carry an inherent ability to linger on, much after they end.  â€‹

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Varunika Rajput

Author & Blogger

Asha Iyer's spontaneity of thoughts and words are manifest in the kaleidoscopic range of topics she covered in the last

two decades in opinion columns. The

soulful narrative she has developed

over the years is so honest it pulls

at the reader's heartstrings.​

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Suresh Pattali

Executive Editor, Khaleej Times​

 

I have inspired audiences at institutions such as Oakridge International School (Bangalore), New Indian Model School (Dubai), GEMS Modern Academy (Dubai), and Nirmala College for Women (Coimbatore), encouraging them to embrace their narratives and find purpose through writing.

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Books:

  • Sand Storms, Summer Rains (2009) — Novel on the Indian diaspora in the Gulf.

  • Life is an Emoji (2020) — A compilations of Op-Ed columns published in Khaleej Times

  • After the Rain (2019) — Short Stories

  • That Pain in the Womb (2022) — Short Stories

  • A Hundred Sips (2024) — Essays exploring life’s quiet revelations

  • Hymns from the Heart (2015) — Reflective prose and poetry

  • Scratched: A journey through loss, love, and healing (forthcoming memoir)​

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Columns & Articles:

  • Weekly columns for Khaleej Times (15 years) & features for their magazines till date

  • Opinion and reflective essays for The Daily Pioneer

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Coaching / i Bloom Hub​

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i Bloom Hub:
Founded in 2020, i Bloom Hub nurtures creativity and self-expression in young writers. We focus on helping students, teens, and aspiring authors overcome mental blocks and develop confidence through storytelling.

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Our unique methods have inspired many children and adults to embrace writing and discover their potential.

Since 2010, I have been offering online coaching, long before the pandemic. 

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Asha's stories are like Alibaba's treasure

trove, turning readers into literary explorers

who compulsively dive into her offerings.

Her writings traverse a vast ocean of

human emotions and characters, often

leaving readers eagerly awaiting the next

episode. Having followed her work for a

while, I am continually amazed by her

insights into human behavior. More power

to her keyboard.

 

​Vijendra Trighatia

Traveller, Writer & Photographer

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Asha's stories and writings bring everyday characters to life, revealing intricate and curious stories. Her vivid portrayal of diverse places and cultures makes readers feel deeply connected. Asha's understanding of human emotions and psyche shines in her works like Sandstorms, Summer Rains and Life is an Emoji, where she blends her life philosophy with humour and elegance.

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IT Professional

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