Mountains are designed to be cold. They make me feel dwarfed and inconsequential. Then, I pity their immobility. I’m blessed with flexibility to move, change my position, escape from things I don’t like. Yet, mountains intimidate. They drop a rock here and there to demonstrate power. The uncertainty dwarfs my mindset again. I’d like to … Continue reading Cold mountain
Bombay does not have much of a winter. However, this year has been slightly different. We have foggy mornings, a nip in the air late evening, and occasionally, I see someone on a morning walk wearing a sweater. We welcome the lowered temperatures, as we don’t need air-conditioning. Fabrics like corduroy, velvet, tweed vie for … Continue reading Bombay winter
I admire the temerity of wispy, transient clouds when they overshadow the Sun. The sparrow sitting on a shaky branch displays immense confidence in her ability to fly at the slightest hint of trouble. Suddenly, I see my puny self expanding to cover the city and the Earth, as if I’m the last surviving person … Continue reading Relevance
A child will not learn to walk if mobility is not a promise of freedom. I would never work for money, if it did not promise a lifestyle. Calendars are created with an expiry date, to give way to the next. A digit changes to promise continuity of the past, while announcing a new venture. … Continue reading A DIGIT CHANGES
https://open.spotify.com/episode/2stmCKlcH44ZhZmAdwqZZa?si=44de61b638464386 Sadje's prompt It takes a lot of courage to be here - being alive to warm your soul. They believe a lamp spreads light by burning itself. I burn to fulfil the purpose of existence. It’s the only way I know to exist. I revel in self-created auras around me. If someone benefits, it’s … Continue reading Being alive
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
My mother talks non-stop at the dining table. The stories she recounts ad nauseam can start from the 1950s. I’ve heard different versions of the same incident umpteen times, and know how people and stories change inside one’s head. I look around a little more and find this to be a widespread disease with people … Continue reading Forward movement
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
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