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From a Woman to a Vagabond & Back.
She journeyed from a girl to a vagabond, Going straight from dreams of love, To battles for survival, Learning to protect her heart, Armouring up as a man, To survive in a man’s world… Until A man’s one look His first touch Made her feel safe enough To take off that armour After years of disguise… A woman who had learnt to fend for herself, One “too much” for the world… Sharp in her…
The chaos that observation wreaks
Ever noticed how observation wreaks havoc on a perfectly regular/ normal relationship? Picture 2 people who are compatible, at ease with one another – a relationship that exudes comfort. Then, introduce a third party into it, objectively speaking an ‘observer’ who may or may not even be participating in any dynamics between these two people directly or indirectly. The thing is that the mere…
Cleaning Therapy
I cleaned up my room after a long time. Not your everyday cleaning, but cleaning which needs the application of your mind. Items that you’ve kept tucked away for so long not because they’re of practical utility or especially appealing, but only and only because of the nostalgia or habit of just letting them be as they are. Like clothes which your Mum took great pains to get for you – you found…
Disillusionment & Dopamine.
You open your mailbox for the 100th time, Instagram for the 151st and WhatsApp for the 238420th time. There is nothing that needs your attention there, it’s all routine, you’re all caught up. But the unconscious search for motivation keeps you hoping that something will show up, but really, what will? What can? It’s as if everyone, and everything that at one point in time – it’s been a decade…
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A life of purpose
A lot of people these days seek the purpose of their life. But the thing with ‘purpose’ is that it’s easier found than served… purpose of something, anything is the very reason why it exists. It requires complete dedication. In fact, it presumes complete dedication. Now imagine, you are asking for the purpose of your life itself! So you are looking for something to which you would have to…
T R A N S F O R M A T I O N
T R A N S F O R M A T I O N
When not burdened by expectations And not chased by efforts Internal, not external It will come one day He said
An ugly duckling And that wondrous metamorphosis – the moth A miracle of nature External or internal?
The butterflies and the swans Afloat on pride and rooted on the base Seen, heard and acknowledged The moths and ducklings, though Drown in ignominy.. Still lost in the chase..
Yet..…
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The War of the Eyes.
The War of the Eyes.
The day was a jolly one and there were colours all around. Colours swimming in a joyful, yet overbearing shade of a yellow tint. The thanks for the yellow tint was owed to the June-strong sun. Aaryan walked into the mall with his little one leading the way. They were going to catch the latest Spiderman sequel that had hit the theatres this Friday. Aaryan was excited and so was his little one.…
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The Remainder.
They had both found separate paths to walk on and with some heaviness in their hearts, they followed the same. Down their own paths, they found happiness too.. or something that resembled happiness, anyway.
But the old paths that they’d walked on together still had their footsteps. The trees still had their names. The walls still retained the overheard sweet nothings that they’d whispered to each…
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The Self and The Rose. The never ending tug of war between one's ego/id and one's heart which falls prey to love.
Note To Self.
Congratulations. You have successfully survived 21 years of Life. Survived the pain of a lost first love, of losing friends, of being alone, of a second heartbreak, of losing near and extremely dear ones, of being blamed where you weren’t wrong, of losing your self confidence and building it up back again brick by brick, of not getting what you perhaps deserved but trying anyway, of continuing to…
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The Scroll.
When she made that whole hearted confession (of what would be considered by almost anyone her ‘love’) she was not really confessing her ‘love’. She simply wanted him to know all that she had in her mind. She wanted to tell him before it was too late.
The one who’d started writing that never-ending scroll was a younger version of herself. She didn’t connect with that girl from her past anymore,…
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Marriage is not and should not be associated with these societal constructs and boundaries. You can fulfill your duties to one another, be in love, and still go take a hike in the woods, by yourself, every once in a while. It's okay. Be careful what you pack into your suitcase, as the length, quality and pace of your travel are all immediately affected by the weight of your baggage.
How the Guru reads our Eyes.
How the Guru reads our Eyes.
There are no words to describe the beauty of look. Yet this post is to describe what looking into my Guru’s eyes made me feel. Gu- meaning darkness and Ru- meaning fire, or light.. So the fire/ light that takes us away from darkness, is Guru. He is our first real experience of Shiv. Maybe the last too, I do not know. But first, I can vouch for. It is said that the grace of Shiv, gets us our Guru,…
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Beyond Strategic Lines of Restraint.
Beyond Strategic Lines of Restraint.
Of late, a thought has crossed my mind every time I have seen someone clicking pictures or getting clicked. The thought has been that the human eye, in its regular working condition, possesses, perhaps, the best lenses to click pictures, and the mind, is the best camcorder wherein one can store these high quality clicks. Why then do we need heavily pocket-pinching DSLRs?
Anyhow, not owning one of…
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The Sunbird.
A little sunbird in a storm.. what does he do? How does he find his way?
The sky was overcast
As clouds black and grey
Entered the horizon
Awakening on their way-
A horizon that was otherwise calm,
And a dream, a hope… a suppressed storm.
The storm in the mind
Of a little sunbird
Of flying far and away
Round and ‘bout the world
But the nest was home
The family his own
Was he nurtured with love
Only to be disowned?
“What dreams do you fall on
What flames do you fan
W…
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To Belong.
She didn’t look extraordinary, but usually managed to pull off second glances from onlookers. She wasn’t Einstein, but she could talk sense and make a few points and get you to listen. She wasn’t graceful or poised, but there was something lovable about her which hid the lack of gracefulness for the beholder who was willing to look beyond the lack of grace and beauty. There was barely anything…
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Living like we're renegades.
Living like we’re renegades.
23 is usually the age when it first hits you (hits is the keyword) that the things which bring you joy and the things which bring home money are not always the one and the same. A lot of other things hit you, too. It’s the beginning of the end. Seemingly, at least.
You thought you knew what confusion is? Think again, says Life, as it coolly orders its war troops to shower attacks on you.
Pressur…
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