Muddied boots tell us stories about the journey. There could be invisible germs in the dirt that must be washed away - truth contaminated by imposed versions. Autobiographies are often selective memories with a lot of amnesia. Let the storytellers go, let the dirt speak. Who deposited it there? Who did it meet and gel … Continue reading Is that an autobiography?
Brick by brick, history was built, but the builders did not know what were they doing. It’s so easy to construct a building as per the given plan. Who will inhabit it? What will be their place in the echelons of society? What kind of trails will they leave behind? Will anyone ever know the … Continue reading Brick by Brick
I dream of a house with red brick walls with several windows, and a story behind each window. Who are these people calling out to me? And why me? I offer them a ladder to step out, but they are unable to see beyond the wall. Weeks later, I walk into an art exhibition with … Continue reading Behind the windows
“The light here reflects the power of intent. We’ve seen things change for the better for some individuals after group prayers. A strong will to see something happen was shaping destiny. Each candle here is lit by a different individual. The intent is to eliminate darkness from people’s lives.” Sounds of aircraft flying low swamped … Continue reading Power of Intent
The shoes were once shiny and new – now dusty and forgotten, buried in baskets, discarded by time. He is unable to throw them away, because of their uncanny resemblance with his life. Some day when he is gone, and his memories discarded in the bin, the shoes will meet the same fate. Till then, … Continue reading Weary
Snow, sunshine, dewdrops or rainbowFlowers will always find a place to growNurture them when they grow in your heartPreservation for posterity is a tough art Flowers will always find a place to growwater them with hope; keep them wholepreservation for posterity is a tough artperfumers crush them to extract the soul water them with hope; … Continue reading Fragrance
The journey is scary. … from closed to open, from narrow to wide, from ceiling to sky, from tangible to sublime, from thought to just being. I find myself disintegrating, but then each tiny piece blossoms into a different being. Epiphany strikes. It is scary, for it brings out parts of me I did not … Continue reading Sublimation
I was so busy tending the gardenfailed to see what's growing on the fencecreepers that eventually made inroadstouched whatever was sacrosanct failed to see what's growing on the fencethey peeped, creeped and learnt the ropestouched whatever was sacrosanctWelcome messages they carried with them they peeped, creeped and learnt the ropesI learnt over time to assimilateWelcome … Continue reading Integration
“They’ve set fire to a sacred place”. “Fire can work in two ways. It destroys everything it encounters, converting it to carbon footprints. It can also ignite minds and hearts to do something that has never been done before”. “It sounds good to this point. The point is whether those ignited minds and hearts make … Continue reading Jumping the gun
I don’t mind being called the Rebel of the Century or a cynic or spoilsport. But whenever someone who is in power or an aspirant to power highlights a story, I look in other directions. What are they trying to conceal, or divert attention from? “You fall victim to people’s stories ….” is an oft-repeated … Continue reading Gaslighting
