I see engraved patterns of unusual creativity and exquisite craftsmanship. White-labelling came into existence, when identities were lost in smooth paleness of marble. Taj Mahal is but a sculpted grave, with souls of unknown artists scattered in the invisible graveyard. I don’t see pine trees and the water canal, but hear muffled sounds of creators. … Continue reading Taj Mahal
The sand moving under my bare feet makes me feel unstable. I wonder if stories about the end of the world coming soon are true. What will it feel like? sand slips by fading consciousness asks for peace Will you be able to build bridges that last? The glow attracts, but does not feel … Continue reading Bridge to Nowhere #writephoto
I waited for change, for what appears to be a lifetime now. Change happened, but not always for the better, and I was not driving it. I was sick of being a recipient, and waiting for Divine Grace to bless my life. The hope to find understanding, acceptance and love was gradually fading away. I … Continue reading Not me
I enjoyed the lull before the storm, but it’s over now. Fanaticism prevails. I’m as secular and liberal as I’ve always been, but the terms are now used in an abusive manner. I grew up in a Hindu household, with Muslim and Christian neighbours (two childless couples who treated me as a daughter), and we … Continue reading Martian
Does anybody know the age of the Sun? For how long has the fireball maintained its intensity? It’s not easy being an indispensable source of energy. It has to work even when the fire is not visible to the human eye. It lives, walks and delivers – in some other part of the world, but … Continue reading Sun God
Seasons originated from nature. Calendars are created by us, because we need a structure to our lives. The Sun knows nothing about Sunday. It continues to rise every morning, all seven days of the week, unless clouds get too dense and overshadow it. The density clouding our mind-sets is thinning – with 24*7 offices, flexitime … Continue reading Is it time?
Spring is not just a season. Spring is not just hope. Spring spells continuity, a linkage between two parts of a cycle. Yet, spring offers no guarantees. A bud that blossoms today has a limited life span. What do I celebrate here, when I know certain elements may not reach the other end. The bud … Continue reading Spring
I was all of six years old, when I protested against something for the first time. My school teacher had deducted one mark for a perceived error. It was not really an error, so I fought back and got that one mark reinstated on my scoresheet. I had raised unreasonable demands in the past, like … Continue reading Long before
In a world separated by time zones, integrated in online communication, synchronicity acquires new dimensions. Organisations in different countries ask for people working in U.S. shifts. In a long-distance marriage, couples go great lengths to be there with each other at a common appointed hour. A mother in India takes the responsibility of waking up … Continue reading Synchronized
I click on an ex-colleague’s Instagram post, and she appears in my dreams that night – a long-lost associate I’ve not been thinking about lately. Stirred memories? A person who stabbed me in the back and earned my hatred appears in dreams – asking for forgiveness or trying to mend fences. Is that a subconscious … Continue reading Fascinated
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