https://open.spotify.com/episode/3TxE70l9bcd4WT8CuEhbIl?si=12950ab776e440fb I say thanks to so many people so many times - politeness, protocol, gratitude, or to close a conversation. It is a kind of reflex action. I may choose to convey special thanks in a special manner for a special gesture. It may be a heartfelt message, a token gift or doing something for … Continue reading Gratitude
The shadow gets darker as light changes in autumn evenings. It spreads arms on both sides, as if it wants to hug me. I’m curious. I’d like to know it better. Where does it live? What does it do? Why do we fear those who exist on a different plane? I guess because they are … Continue reading Shadows
There are tiny rocks in my path every day, which I toss around to create new patterns. Today is different. An unknown mysterious force has placed a massive rock there. My dog expends energy in sniffing around it, gives me a very positive look. I warn him against trying to move it. I’ve experienced blocks … Continue reading Rocks
It is a school reunion meeting. Wandering in the revamped school premises, I wonder what would be different if I had to do it all over again. We depended so much on what was written in books, and whatever teachers said. There was nothing wrong in those times. It had a certain quaintness of innocence, … Continue reading Back to School
August is not my birth month, but it’s eventful for Leos, even if one was born late in July. Somehow, the major changes in life occur somewhere around this time. August is full of grey skies and heavy rains, but how one loves this weather in sultry tropical climes…. A couple of festivals also fall … Continue reading August
Photo by Brett Jordan on Pexels.com I like living in closed spaces with curtains drawn. The solstice may pass unnoticed in a lockdown situation. Heavy rains and dark clouds, anyway play a partial block to daylight. I wonder if day and night look forward to equality for six months, or is it something they take … Continue reading Benchmarks
Photo by James Wheeler on Pexels.com I flip through the pages again - the scene where the girl and boy are being sent to different places in Siberia. They almost know it - they’ll never return or meet each other again. Yet, the girl says ..”Watch the moon in the sky, and think of me. … Continue reading Flower Moon
I think of Charlie Chaplin, as I walk through rain. He said he likes walking in the rain, as no one can see his tears. I know I’ll be busy and back to a normal routine after getting back home. Yet, these moments of solitude and raindrops bring so much to the surface - emotions … Continue reading Rain
I’d suffered from typhoid during my first year at school, and missed one paper from the first term examination. I can’t recall the fever or any other symptom. Just that my class teacher, a kindly old lady, Mrs. Kent asked my mother to request the Principal for a re-examination. I’d scored well in all other … Continue reading Life lessons
I cannot be an eagle, though I wish to fly high I am blessed with a penetrating vision that cuts through veils and layers of deception. Yet, what I see is an adversary, not a prey. Shedding feathers is painful, as the stories about eagles plucking feathers in isolation say. They rebirth and live for … Continue reading Soul Management
