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The Understanding Kind
May you find yourself, the understanding kind Not the kind that look over your indifference. But the kind that work with you on your inadequacy May you find yourself the understanding kind Not the kind that agrees that anything you touch say, but the kind that wouldn’t question you just to question you for the sake of it. May you find yourself the understanding kind Who knows why you do what…
This Moment
This moment, my friendWill be gone forever. It will be taken from you. Like the warden of moments this ticking of time. The burning of the paper of life. The falling of the sand in the hour glass. The blowing of the smoke. The taking of the toke. You can’t smoke a cigarette in reverse. You can’t watch the same cloud form up after it rains. Life is really a collection of moments. When you feel…
To Be Understood & Accepted
The need to be understood & accepted by others is a need we all feel on a daily basis. It’s an everyday feeling that revolves through the day. Just as the earth revolves around the sun and rotates on it’s axis. We speak, think and act in ways that revolves and rotates around others. Humans are a typical social being. Using others as a mirror most of the times. We expect others to understand when…
A lifetime of Thinking
I wonder if life is just a compilation of a lifetime of thinking I wonder what it takes to even think How is the mind processing so many visuals and responding and reaction with so many thoughts Like the abundance of molecules in the air , like cotton threads in a yarn, like pixels on a screen, like cells in a body. It’s seemingly infinite yet finite. Everything seems connected to everything.…
Being Mocked
There’s people in this world that have developed belief and understanding , thye have this thought that – ”as we grow up, things must change. People must change. How they treat me must change. Afterall, we are all adults now”. For anyone who has been bullied in school, childhood, there is a hope that as you grow up, this might reduce. ”Of course they do” , you think, ” as time changes , things…
The Running White Horse
While life has recently been a ”one day at a time” sort of affair. Managing emotions, situations, expenses, investments, people – one moment at a time. Planning has taken a step back. Remembering that everything that is happening is not really that random. They are all part of a manifestation – a prayer from the past perhaps. Folded hands looking up into the universe. Asking for more pure energy…
Thank you, Work
In today’s time when the second you open Instagram- There’s a story about someone who quit his/her 9-5 job and started something, or decided to move to the mountains or whatever else. The apparent hatred for the 9-5 job is very palpable amongst the young and restless. Wanting more from life, wanting better – “maybe there’s more to life than this suffering of having to check in and check out of…
I Slid
Into her dreams I walked with crossed fingers and a hopeful heart She smiled at me and spoke “My mother wants me to come back home” I shed a tear instantly. Why would she need to go home when she is already there? “Why aren’t you telling her you’re already home” I said biting my lips “You’re crazy” she said. She wasn’t wrong was she? I held a hand to my heart and realised her mind and heart…
Mangalore - The City of Maximum Flavour
Embarking from Delhi with dead tastebuds and a palate full of hope. I decided to fly to Mangalore to revive my tastebuds after a long bout of medication post procedure . This was on a washed up morning. It rained incessantly the day before in Delhi. It’s exactly 5AM when the uber driver rolls up to pick me up. “Reaching you in 5 minutes sir” he said, 10 minutes before. As I await his arrival, I…
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Into the Heart of India: A Journey through Pachmarhi with My Father
I recently travelled to the heart of India. The lions den. Madhya Pradesh!! On a long-anticipated trip with my father. We had been planning to run the Pachmarhi Marathon together, and finally, it was happening. My dad had run previous editions before, but this time, it would be both of us. Side by side. On those forested hills, cloudy plateaus, lakes, and just beauty everywhere, beyond…
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MISANTHROPHICMY FOOLISHNESS LAY IN A WILD ABILITY TO HANDLE ABSTRACTIONS WHICH THREATNED TO MAKE ME MISANTHROPIC WILDING WROUGHT STYLEWHAT MASTERFULLY WROUGHT STYLE MUST THIS BE TO INTRUDE INTO THE PURLIEUS OF PARADOX? IT IS A ROCOCO STYLE The process in which a writer is compelled to counterfeit his true feelings is exactly the opposite of that in which the man of society is compelled to…
The Next Thing
You will like a chair. You will be shown a sofa with three drawers. You like a girl. You will be shown models that live in a different country. You want to explore your state. You will be shown flights from Delhi to Tokyo and hotels in Spain.You want some protein in your daily diet. You’ll be shown the cleanest protein made from rice that costs three times your daily spending budget. You want a…
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The Man on the Phone
I see a man on his phone. We’re in the metro. He is very engrossed into what he’s listening. Zeroed in on his phone. And No he is not talking to someone. He is listening to videos intently . These are playing on the Facebook app. It’s political videos, it’s spiritual videos, it’s music, it’s all that. His phones speaker is placed next to his ears. The entire row of people can listen to his…
If the Morning Was a Day.
Your words sound like roasted potatoes. They sizzle and soften. And you laugh like that added parsley on top. Our bed is the hot pan. I pick you up and Fork you with a strong appetite on a cold morning. I make you coffee and you make my day. We head out to watch the pink clouds out on the terrace of a building we don’t own. Sipping on mulled wine at 7AM with clear eyes and decongested air…
Recovery
You were expected to be alright a few days back. It’s Wednesday already. How long will it take for you to shake it off? Weren’t the fast winds of the culture supposed to make you sail up on two feet. That promise you made to yourself. What about it? You have always had it in you to get things done. To have the grind grind your knees into charcoal that feeds your garden and feeds the child inside…
So Strange
It’s so strange, that once a intimate relationship ends, one just has to, move on. It breaks my heart to have things be this way. Especially if the parting was difficult and heavy. Why does it have to be this way? Sometime back, they were there in your life, you would talk all the time. You would start the day speaking to and about them. And now, all you have is nothing. Nothing to speak of them.…