Her hesitation in crossing the threshold is understandable. She sees her future on the other side of the looking glass. Nobody likes being a has-been. The old man steps back to speak to her. “I’m grateful for being of some use to society. The substance in me is alive and red hot. It has taken … Continue reading Recycled Wisdom
This is a beauty - stunning beyond imagination. Compartments in vibrant colors in constant motion - meeting each other and then growing apart, changing the shape of corridors in between. It appears to reflect my mood. I love the picturesque sight so much more. This strangely familiar splendor is intimidating. My brain threatens to overpower … Continue reading Stunning
The title of his latest book is “Where there is no fear”. The book cover shows his fingers tapping a keyboard and the image of a brain on the screen, with illuminated zones. The message on the back cover: “Danger zones are nothing but unfamiliar places, where we find ourselves powerless to respond in the … Continue reading Danger Zones
Wake up and move on … plan your day well …for nothing will change at the stroke of midnight The sun will rise, chirping birds declare a new day … a cluster of souls around you … will you know if they are the same ones … from heaven or hell Will that really matter, … Continue reading At the stroke of midnight
I’d always rush to her house in times of celebrations or whenever she needed a shoulder to cry on. It kinda feels funny to order a bouquet and accompanying paraphernalia online, to be delivered next door. They will take a day to deliver. But the local florist shut shop during the lockdown. And her house … Continue reading Message with the flowers
The scientist presents his paper in his own language, and the interpreter sweats in translating all the jargon. “It would make sense if everybody uses the common language - English”, cribs the lady in the adjoining seat. “English is not so common either..” “But the majority here speaks the language.” “Do you realize the guy … Continue reading Translated thoughts
“Stand away. Those stones can fracture your toe.” “Don’t worry, Ma’m… the stones will not fall.” “But I can feel a windstorm brewing.” “Even then…” I’m in the desert state of Rajasthan, and stone-stacking to build a fence around homes or farms is common practice. “Have you used glue?” “No.” Back home, I make a … Continue reading Un-glued
“I’m addicted to these optical illusion pictures. The website claims the key to my personality type lies in what I see first.” “Why do you need someone else to decipher your mindset?” “It gives an objective view.” “You are actually … talking to yourself, to all those hidden layers whose existence you deny. The picture … Continue reading Optical Illusion
Yes, we met on the high cliffs ages ago. If you think I’ve changed, you ignore what happens as I cascade down. Each rock I touch changes me in some way. I absorb the stories, bringing them to meet the masses. You see the force, but fail to see what constitutes it. Each story ignites … Continue reading Stories
Riots color the landscape red with the blood of innocents. Actually, they’d prefer another color - one they’ve been using to paint mindsets. People do not become followers unless they think alike. And to think alike, they need anger, a common cause, a common source of fire in the belly. It needs to be ignited. … Continue reading Strategic
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