We won’t come out

Cemetery entrance arch marked “WE WON’T COME OUT” above gravestones

I want to switch off all sounds that plant negativity in vulnerable minds. But I share the house with others, and need to give them their space. My insides keep churning restlessly. There comes a night when the world wants to show its most horrific face.  They also want to see the ugliness in others … Continue reading We won’t come out

Trained Vision

Arjuna, the Archer, convinces his guru that he sees nothing but his target placed on a tree – the toy parrot’s eye. The student is well on his path to becoming a legendary warrior, with directed vision. A soldier once shared that they are trained to press the trigger on command, not think. For if … Continue reading Trained Vision

Sky in Transit

I pull my pet away as she proceeds to smell soggy leaves after the first monsoon shower, and keep her on the concrete path. The people who vouch for walking barefoot on grass or sand have their feet clad in shoes. I wonder what has gone down with the dust into wet soil, and what … Continue reading Sky in Transit

Not a horror flick

Ghost-faced balloon tied to a grave marked Silas Vance 1893 under full moon

I walk through the graveyard on a moonlit night. It is not a horror flick, but a silvery land of surprise. Multiple faces pop out of graves – some sleeping in serenity, some hanging from a tree, and some brandishing a weapon. I feel the earth move beneath my feet as my hands explore the … Continue reading Not a horror flick

Expressions

I recall the launch of a book, “My Daughter’s Mum” by Natasha Badhwar. She addresses inter-religious marriages in her book. A sentence she spoke stayed with me: “There was so much silence around the topic at home that I needed to break it with a book.” Silence helps us buy peace by sitting on the … Continue reading Expressions

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

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

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