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Gajra – Jasmine flowers strung together
A memory came alive today on International Mother’s Day Our senses are precious. We remember people through our senses. If I were to explore my memory and look for traces of my mother, I would find it in innumerable sights, sounds, smells, tastes, and even touch. From these, if I were to choose just one Read more
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When Do We Make The Leap?
When does one make the leap from the microcosm to the macrocosm? Why does the microcosm suffer as a result of the inconsistencies and disagreements that take place at the macro level? We are always taught to see the bigger picture, to look at the overall view and think about the future. In doing so Read more
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A Gentle Glimpse
And sometimes grief settles upon me like a heavy grey cloud, refusing to budge, slowly suffocating my soul. I lie there wondering how I am going to fight another day. The days loom ahead of me like a mighty beast awaiting its kill. I cower and try to hide but for some reason I can’t. Read more
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Childhood Hues
Childhood memories are rife in my mind, Each one taking on its own distinct hue. The pink walls of my parents bedroom , its paint cracking yet standing strong, The white fur of my first pet cat, its softness comforting, always reassuring. The green facade of my grandparents garden, much like their love, in quiet Read more
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Monsoon Meandering
Meandering reminds me of slow, aimless walks via the bylanes of South Bombay in the early 2000s. I am instantly transported to a rainy Bombay. The year is 2001. The smell of petrichor teases my nostrils and the raindrops begin falling, big and fat upon the parched earth. I hold out my hands and collect Read more
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Kairi (Raw Mango)
It is the month of May Our mango tree is heaving With the rawness of kairi Making the tree appear As if she were a new mother Her bosom heavy with milk On my tiny tippy toes I reach out to a kairi Its warm green surface, rubbery against my four year old palm I Read more
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THE ARCHIVE
This is a collection of ALL my previous content. It is three years of work so take your time 🙂 In response to the prompt “A ridiculous but strangely believable conspiracy theory The Baby Mafia’s Mission There’s a mission that babies arrive withAnd that mission my friends is thisThat every time you sit down for Read more