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Have you ever gazed into a mirror and felt as though a stranger was peering back at you? I certainly have. There are moments when I appear joyful and full of life. But in reality I might be wrestling with tears.

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com Have you ever gazed into a mirror and felt as though a stranger was peering back at you? I certainly have. There are moments when I appear joyful and full of life. But in reality I might be wrestling with tears. At times, I may seem as tranquil as a drifting feather. But my heart will be chaotic like a crashing wave on a stormy night. On occasion, I wear an air of…

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com To all the fathers, I am a friend of several full time mothers. I listen to their stories, their sighs and I can listen to their desperate heart which yearn for some time for themselves. I can see the dark circles around their eyes which somewhat reflects the aura around them. It sometimes pains me to realise all they are looking forward to is some kind of…

Photo by MART PRODUCTION on Pexels.com Do you have ego? Who doesn’t! I don’t study about egos. But I know I have. Sometimes, I tell my ego to go to hell and swallow my pride and accept my mistakes. Sometimes, I talk very politely, even though my ego is boiling inside like a magma. Sometimes, I let my ego win, fully knowing that, my ego is wrong. Sometime, I let my ego wear a crown and walk with…

“Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living” – J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Photo by paul voie on Pexels.com Paul Kalanithi’s ‘When Breath Becomes Air’; A heartbreakingly painful yet wonderful book! I am thankful to him – for telling us his story; telling us one can be both vulnerable, gracious and brave at the same time; for his determination to leave behind his never…

Photo by Danila Popov on Pexels.com I don’t understand why people lie when the truth is convincing enough. I also don’t understand why people find “convincing” is more important than the truth. This year I have had many occasion to think specifically about this issue. It all started when I started hearing very elaborate stories and explanations which were full of contradictions. Makes one wonder…

Where was I? I was entangled in things that mattered to me. But yet it was not suffocating. I didn’t feel like I was bound. I felt free. I realised I have time to sit back keeping all my works aside and simply watch the evening turn golden. I could relax and chat with friends unbothered about the ticking in my watch. May be I found peace in my chaos. Earlier I used be bothered alot about…

Factory that is marriage?!

Photo by Dziana Hasanbekava on Pexels.com As a woman who has joined the “30 club”, I am now used to hearing “when are you guys going to have kids?” “don’t you want an heir?”, “why don’t you two go and see a good gynecologist?” and “who has issues?” . Most of these persons are not concerned with ‘flimsy’ issues like, whether a couple want kids?, whether they are mature enough to be parents?, do…

I wrote this on one of those days- when the traffic was unbearable. But to be frank and to my shock I miss that.

Photo by Blue Ox Studio on Pexels.com After a day’s work, everyone drive back home, with busy minds and tired eyes. On our four sides – for miles, people flow like a river. Someone will take a deviation; someone will get momentarily stuck with us; someone will chase us; someone will block us; someone will push themselves to the left extreme trying to escape from the crowd.  All driving towards…

Photo by Daniel Frank from Pexels We can’t belive that she left us.She was the sweetest among us with the most beautiful smile. It hurts. It hurts like hell. But we are happy that she is not in pain anymore. We are happy that she found peace. We know somewhere up there she is happy. May be little sad for leaving us. This realisation that, she is not a phone call away hurts. She took a piece of…

Photo by murat esibatir on Pexels.com Each page contains volumes of emotions. Each sentence carries the key to someone else’s mind. Each chapter is a turning point. Each book is a new world. There is something so fascinating about fantasy fiction books. It enable us to travel in the multiverse. When we start reading a book we converse with the characters as a stranger. But somewhere during the…

Photo by KEHN HERMANO on Pexels.com “It is not the spotlights that bring dreams to life; It is the darkest hour of nights; the brightest stars and the eyes searching for yourself. Then you can feel the cool breeze surfing through the waves in your hair. You can see the sky reflecting the shimmer in your eyes. It’s in these precious moments of solitude dreams are born.”-Rohi’s wisdom. Maya was…

Driving through a sewer

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After a day’s work, everyone drive back home, with busy minds and tired eyes. On our four sides – for miles, people flow like a river. Someone will take a deviation; someone will get momentarily stuck with us; someone will chase us; someone will block us; someone will push themselves to the left extreme trying to escape from the crowd.  All driving towards…

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Internal monologues are like living organism, they grow, they shrink, they evolve, but they never die. These monologues that accompany us even in our sleep; the shape shifting, extremely moody monologues, that never let our brain relax are our enemies and the only friend who knows our inside out. Some mornings they are like a cup of coffee;…

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I am sitting unsure of what to do Waking up to the unfinished chores Sleeping on the unwashed plates Unable to create a routine for myself I am sitting unsure of what to do.

People with migraine on their side – know of the times they wanted to bang their heads. How many times have I wished for Picking up a hammer and smashing my head? Or drilling a hole right…

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Days and years are flying . Then came “Dark“. Making all of us wonder, how time is playing with us. The more we try to mess with it the more we end up in a mess. But at some point in life, we all would yearn for a time machine, so that we can go back and change the way we lived.

The small second hand in our watch is running tirelessly, taking each…

Finding our own meditation

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We are strange creatures. We can’t just live on food, air and shelter. We need a place for our mind to do its deeds. A space , which each of us create somewhere inside our head, and expand as we grow. This imaginary spaces of each individual are somehow interconnected that those transcended generations as information. Now we have reached a stage of looking at…