Missing someone!

9th August 2018

missing someone

Missing someone isn’t always limited to a mental and emotional state. Sometimes, it may go beyond heart yearnings and can manifest itself into a physical form. You miss a person and your body aches- physically. You feel this acute pain; a void that can numb you. It isn’t same as a physical wanting; desire or lust. It doesn’t have any sexual shade to it. It is pain and yet not just any pain. The heart has its ways you see.

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#PressforProgress-  #IWD2018

8th March 2018

“Why do you need to celebrate women’s day”? Some (men) ask. “Aren’t you (in particular) getting equal rights to study, to work and to live”? “Yes, I have. We have come a long way, we acknowledge that. I (in particular) have been lucky, that my parents decided to educate me, raise me the best they could offer, and without much partiality. I have to admit though I cannot always ignore the whisperings, behind my back, when I take any unconventional decision; from people and my own relatives blaming it all on the freedom my parents gave me. I cannot ignore many lewd and unfair remarks that I have heard over the years; all that seemed to have come because I am a girl, a woman. I cannot ignore that my parents have had to be extra careful, extra protective, extra tensed all my life because I am a woman and they have to keep me safe. I admit that I have been lucky that I could choose, what to read, where to work and when (and whom) to marry. I cannot ignore that so much of our efforts at home or at family front go unappreciated because “that’s’ what women are born to do”. I cannot ignore that people expect us to fit into a certain role and perform certain duties without our consent. I cannot ignore how we are expected to keep quite at our own discomfort because the society will never acknowledge the pain.

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Ghouta

26/2/2018

Pain is universal; it doesn’t have any language or dialect. Neither is their any color, caste of creed to pain. One small cut or a small bruise hurts me as much as it would hurt an Indian, a Rwandan, a Syrian, an American or a Russian. In Ghouta, news resurfaced that there are millions of people, and CHILDREN, living through airstrikes, bombings and shelling day in and day out. This has been going on for years and years now. So many children have died and many more have been scarred for life; both physically and mentally. These children don’t know, why countries they have only heard names of are shelling their building; some even have no clue about which countries bombs killed their family and turned their future into rubble.

You talk about world wars. You talk in length about how Europe suffered during the dark days. Yet, the pain of Ghouta; the cries from Syria and from all the parts of the world where humanity is bleeding; doesn’t seem to affect you. You can easily turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to the pain. Is this what your Gods have taught you? Ignore other’s pain; un-hear their screams and un-see their wounds? Or does your god tell you that only the wounds of the followers of your god should matter to you? People from these parts of the world don’t matter, do they? They become less of a human, is it, if they fall on some other less powerful parts of the world? You can ignore them easily at your convenience and continue being happy in your smaller cubicles, with your smaller life and smallest- almost insignificant heart. Is that so? Or maybe it is more convenient for you to look at the evidences; the updates and maybe type an “Amen” or two in the comment boxes.
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I wish you enough..- Paulo Coelho

I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more..
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.
I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting…
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good- bye.

(Source: From Paulo Coelho Blog)

The Maiden grass song

14 Jan 2017

​As the wind rustles,

From in between its bristles;

A song magically emerges;

Different everyday and in every way;

Slowly, soothingly will it then sing;

And fill us up with a serene zing;

With everything we want to hear;

With everything we want to share;

It is the song of maidengrass!

Boat by the Narayani Bank

15th November 2017

I promise you;

That I will take you to new places;

Satisfy your wanderlust and stir your senses;

But let me anchor here now and feel the water flow by;

Unwind , relax and loose myself in this magical reverie.

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Dashain Vibes!

15th September 2017

As the monsoon ends,
There is this particular change,
A fresh fragrance comes alive,
In the otherwise humid air,
Smell the crispiness,
Of the approaching season,
Of calmer days and cooler evenings,
Of bluish sky dotted with kite flying,
The nature herself seems to rejuvenate,
From the harsh heat and chaos,
Mingled with the smell of sweet perseverance,
And hope of bountiful harvest, Continue reading

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