nature – Atha : Returning to the Now

Lesson 15: My thoughts are images that I have made

I found myself in nature today. I wanted to believe she had missed me…was waiting for me to come. But I know I was deluding myself with such thoughts. In my absence, she was herself all along. A colour here, a texture there, she had not changed her habits a bit. If anything, she hadContinueContinue reading “Lesson 15: My thoughts are images that I have made”

Song of the Summer Bird

(First Published in the Urban Shots: Crossroads Anthology) I ran out of the door, as soon as Padma turned her back on me. Before she could catch me, I was jumping down the stairs, two at a time. I slowed down after I crossed the gate to look behind me. Padma was not on myContinueContinue reading “Song of the Summer Bird”

Spring Forever

The platform was not as crowded as I expected it to be. As my parents walked to the notice board to reconfirm our reservation in the train, I gestured to my grandparents who were busy looking around. “Thatha, Paati come here.” “They have not reached,” announced Thatha. I looked around to confirm that my uncle,ContinueContinue reading “Spring Forever”

Water as an entity

A few days ago, a river in New Zealand was granted the status of a person. Soon, Ganga and Yamuna were granted the status of people. https://www.theguardian.com/world/2017/mar/21/ganges-and-yamuna-rivers-granted-same-legal-rights-as-human-beings While it remains to be seen what this decision will mean in terms of protecting the rivers, it feels like a step in the right direction. But whatContinueContinue reading “Water as an entity”

An insight

To move beyond what I think as me, I need to move a little deeper inside. Contradictory isn’t it . But it is true because only when I know what holds me back, what strangulates me or what suffocates my soul, can I work to be liberated from it. For the spirit to fly allContinueContinue reading “An insight”

capturing sunsets

I love sunsets. They fascinate me tremendously. It is nice to see something so bursting and blinding white, suddenly get all fiery red and then mellow down to a feisty orange and later a lovely golden yellow. Sometimes the sunsets are brooding against the grey of the clouds, but when the purples, pinks come theyContinueContinue reading “capturing sunsets”

Monsoon is

When my heart goes bonkers, when it refuses to get bound by walls or any physical confines. Can I run around arms outstretched feeling each drop drench not only my body but every emotion, wipe clean the slate of life and mind? Crisp and cold, pleasing and teasing, making me lose myself, and disappear inContinueContinue reading “Monsoon is”

A tiny hill station in the western ghats

I�m reminded of those red hills that represented freedom; that let me run to them whenever I was assuaged by any emotion that I did not want to deal with or which overwhelmed me. I did not want anything holding me in captivity and so I chose to run whenever I could to those hillsContinueContinue reading “A tiny hill station in the western ghats”