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The write path to healing

As someone who has struggled with fears and anxieties all her life, writing has been a tool I have turned to time and again. While I once used it for stres relief, over the last decade I have seen its power as a a very powerful healing activity for the body, mind and soul. IContinueContinue reading “The write path to healing”

Lesson 2: I have given everything I see all the meaning it has for me

The lights shimmered and glistened. The huge stage ahead felt so intimidating. Holding on to the armrest, I leaned ahead on my seat, waiting for my name to be called. My heart pounded in my ears. Would I be able to hear my name? Would I be able to get up and walk to theContinueContinue reading “Lesson 2: I have given everything I see all the meaning it has for me”

Lesson 1: Nothing I see means anything

The whirring of the mixer startled me. I had just sat down to meditate! Ignoring the irritation trying to make space in my mind, I tried to focus on my breath. No. It wasn’t working. Walking to my desk, I picked up the headphones and turned on my favourite meditation music. Ah, this was nice.ContinueContinue reading “Lesson 1: Nothing I see means anything”

Bulbul’s words

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 “Bulbul’s words”

Bangles

I scanned the shop for any anomaly. The ledger was in its place, the cash drawer was locked, as were the shelves. Everything looked normal. I turned off the light. Once the momentary blindness passed, I could see everything under the dim light of the the electric lamp. I gazed at the picture of GoddessContinueContinue reading “Bangles”

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”

Poetry – On writing

Always I have waited, for words to be wise before they are permitted on paper, evaluated, judged and criticized for accuracy lest they be decried as mere crap. A mask of intelligence seemed necessary, vulnerability was deemed un-necessary, always it felt more important to hide, all that actually needed to be shown. Moments rare areContinueContinue reading “Poetry – On writing”

The article which made it to CBSE Text-Book

In 2008, I wrote this article for TerraGreen. I accidental discovered a couple of days ago, that this article has been published in the CBSE Std X , Interact in English, Main Course book. I was neither informed nor was my permission sought since the copyright for the article still lies with me. While IContinueContinue reading “The article which made it to CBSE Text-Book”

Leaving myself

I fall a flower on its way to god’s feet empty of desires devoid of defenses willing to be adorned or trodden over The mind is shedding its person leaving behind a being at once nothing and all-encompassing Where there was once fear now lives joy waiting to play in light bask in the glowContinueContinue reading “Leaving myself”