Quintessence

To be alive….

She leaned onto a log, covered in moss, the smell of those fresh dew drops on these, one can’t resist those. She didn’t mind the dirt on her dress nor did she care for the tiny bugs blissfully exploring her arms. This was a daily routine. The sun was just out, there was enough light to see the raw beauty of this world. The golden colour slowly covered the vastness of the land like a blanket.…

We all have a place in our mind, where we travel in our dreams, verdant landscapes, mountains in all its magnificence, the mist and the refreshing breeze, a place where we can be close to nature. I dream about such places a lot. Maybe because the world that we live in has become so dark. Everything is so complicated, people make things complex.  What we can find are people who have turned into…

Why do I read? Why do most of us read? We read to escape! Escape from what? Reality? I doubt it! Sometimes reading will push us more into the depths of reality. Some books are so powerful that it pushes us deep into the reality that we have drowned in the deepest corner of our minds. I read not for any of this! I used to read to escape or to excite my imagination. Then there came a point where…

Kiki’s Delivery Service and what it did to my imagination!!

I watched this movie a month or two ago. I am thirty years old. Let me just say that I have always been a fan of anime and cartoons. That said, I had lost touch, I had stopped watching it. Adulting happened and somehow forgot what it felt like. Corona became a blessing in disguise for me. I took the opportunity to watch anime cartoons again. I came across this one and it changed me. The…

What it means? So many definitions.

I woke up today wondering about the importance of being humble. There was this small kid, probably ten or eleven years old. She never thought of why she rode in a cycle, holding onto her grandfather to watch Kathakali, when the rest of them took fancy cars. She never for a moment thought of to using a blade to sharpen her pencils instead of a sharpener. She wore pattupavadas, oiled her hair…

It is sort of like a whirlpool. A whirlpool of emotions, immersed in colours, slowly gyring, giving way to grey. Alone, yet not alone. Solitude is a luxury. As the gyre is rotating, the waves bashing against the rocks is soothing somehow. There is chaos and serenity at the same time. Once you enter the whirlpool, you no longer hear the sound of the ocean. You hear the gushing, violent sound of…

“Divine”

Maybe they are what can be defined as divine. I have always felt like the definition of the word divine just wasn’t perfect. It doesn’t do justice to the meaning. Then I came across artists. Now I know what to attribute to the word “divine”.

Into the depths of the long lost soul…

Hope… Seems to be a long forgotten word, hiding amongst the pages of a self help book, waiting to be rediscovered…. Shadows…. Now, they are popular. Emerging from the dark valleys of an abandoned street. Balance…. We know that she exists, but we are too reluctant to extend our hands from the warmth of our coats and grab it with utmost conviction. Time… She doesn’t promise anything to the…

It is very rare that I find books which transport me to the world that the author creates for me. I mean, it is easy to claim that books are a doorway to another world and all of that. I rarely experience it. I do rely on books to help overcome troubled thoughts and moments. As I sit here today, reading a novel by a Northeast writer , I have come to realize that the books that are set in…

A little dark corner of a street. Hollow souls crossed it day and night. One soul walked past it, only to turn around and look into the light. Smiled and walked away.

I have had this beautiful picture in my mind forever. A beautiful landscape. Beautiful green all around me. Shades of green on leaves of the tiniest bushes to the tallest trees. A small cloud of mist encircling the tree tops, revealing only their magnificent trunks. I love lavender colour, so naturally a lot of lavender colored flowers, like rain drops spread on the bed of green grass. Without…

Let’s travel to the place of our dreams.

Pack a warm blanket, a writing pad and a pen. Keep a kettle, anointed with beautiful art, colors and places and shapes.

What will you pack?

Life now, as a human on this planet earth. It is tiring. The monotony devours your soul. You try to find happiness, you are craving for it. While on this journey to find happiness and satisfaction you denounce a part of your self because some guy somewhere has defined success for you and your fellow beings. You start riding towards the sun that is shining beyond those beautiful mountains.…

She sat on one of the branches of the majestic tree. They were close, they shared history. She never spoke to her through words, but, they communicated well. From the time she climbed the tree wearing school uniform to now, wearing torn jeans and tang top, they knew. People often ask about the importance of things in life, especially material aspects. A tree can never be a possession, she exists…