Sensory

Women pride themselves on being more intuitive than men. Then I read somewhere that they actually have strong lateral vision. It helps them capture expressions before people can resume ‘on guard’ looks. I sustain my innermost core on books and art. What would I do without vision? How will it affect my relationship with the … Continue reading Sensory

The Compass is Me

Can the Sun rise in the West? To the extent of our knowledge, No. We place immense trust in Nature. Sometimes we also trust human beings we see as infallible and supportive. I felt a pillar fall that morning when I saw a change in someone’s stance. More so, because the reason for it was … Continue reading The Compass is Me

Letting Go

Once upon a time, I made sure that doors did not close behind me. The future was exciting, but uncertain, and I wanted my support systems to stay intact. Today, I don’t turn back to look at the footprints I’ve left behind. Some are blown away by the winds. Some leave an impression on wet … Continue reading Letting Go

Somewhere There

The body loosens its grip on struggling organs, and what we call death is but a shedding of cells. The soul, lighter than starlight, drifts beyond the familiar orbit of grief. Planets hum in their silent revolutions, each a reminder that endings are only pauses in a greater rhythm. Saturn’s rings shimmer like gateways, Jupiter’s … Continue reading Somewhere There

Devil’s Abode

I see a fleeting shadow in the corridor, but there’s no one there. I get back to work, but those sounds of criticism reverberate in the room, and I feel tempted to scream with tight fists. There is someone who brings out the worst part of me – in retaliation, in self-defence, in expression of … Continue reading Devil’s Abode

Work-Life

I reprimand someone for carelessly unmuting themselves during an online training session. Deep down, I’m grateful for the sounds of music that streamed in, altering our states of consciousness. Frowns in open windows change to smiles, but disappear as quick as the sun between heavy showers. He switches on the camera to apologise and I … Continue reading Work-Life

The Lone Leaf

I learnt to decipher what’s happening in my body with the help of emotional intelligence. I’m not sure if I’ve learnt to manage those, as I sink deeper into an emotional abyss every day. Anger and pain dominate. No one needs me in the sunset years of life. We have set up household gadgets to … Continue reading The Lone Leaf

Needs Analysis

I recall living in a house with a sloping roof. Getting it cleaned was difficult. It turned out that a Dutch architect had designed the homes and provided for the melting of snow. Snow is unheard of on the Indian plains. What we need here is more housing to accommodate the burgeoning population, and they … Continue reading Needs Analysis

Buying the White

“Should you buy the white?” A headline on my screen sets me thinking. It alludes to bullion prices, where silver appears to be riding on the gold wave. But I am transported to another zone. In my late years, should I settle for the neutrality of white as against the dense wisdom of black? Is … Continue reading Buying the White

Why complain?

It is the season to lie low and enjoy a hot beverage with fritters, get romantic under an umbrella at a picnic spot, or sing on a swing under the trees. It is a reason to read and write poetry, as the showers from heaven wash away past seasons and renew the Earth’s soul. The … Continue reading Why complain?