Attention

moon in full gloryrides celebrations galoredid I see it blushwhen the fair maiden looked upto wish on a falling star Moonwashed Weekly Prompt - Blushed P.S. We celebrate the Hunter Moon as Sharad Poornima (onset of winter), with night time celebrations under the open sky. Some people keep a rice pudding in the open at … Continue reading Attention

Getting Real

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Uncontaminated

I wouldn’t say I like grey's undecidedness, but black and white are non-existent—illusions created by the absorption or reflection of light. I feel golden, bathed in sunlight, and ancient under a silver moon. But blue? Is that connected to midnight blue or the blue sky on a bright day? The latter makes me feel expansive, … Continue reading Uncontaminated

Seasonal thoughts

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Back and forth

The fitness app chases a target of 10000. I need to walk back and forth as the steps are less than 10000, just like moments in life. Something happens in my body with each step, but mental movement takes me in different directions. The thought that so many others tread the same path changes the … Continue reading Back and forth

Sunflowers at Night

All attachments live in the same place – codependence. They are beautiful while they last, but deep down, I sense a struggle to find meaning in being alone and independent. Sunflowers often ask the night why do they have to close their petals and turn west at dusk. And the night has no answers, since … Continue reading Sunflowers at Night

Changing face of war

It was called a “black-out” in 1971. Windows and skylights were covered with thick black paper. The sound of an aircraft drove the neighbourhood into deep distress.They prayed for invisibility, huddled inside the silence of fear, pulling sheets above their eyes. I’d have loved to see the enemy’s face. But the next morning, Uncle said … Continue reading Changing face of war