Decades ago when I was a kid, I heard these strange but enthralling sounds my mother used to make. I could not relate to what they were but was only excited and waited eagerly to hear them again. It was different from the normal tone and pitch used to communicate with me. At times it's … Continue reading A Track I Never Listen To While Driving
Same Territory. New Vistas.
No matter how hard I think about things I always walk into this familiar territory - about awareness, dissociation, identification, about comparison, and finally suffering because of all the items on those list. It appears as if my mind is slowly coming to a point of realisation that interfering with things and trying to control … Continue reading Same Territory. New Vistas.
Platform Nine and Three-Quarters
I was probably 8 or 9 years old. I stood leaning on the wall facing the road, arms crossed over the wall and resting my chin on them. It was a warm summery evening, the sky hued with brilliant shades of yellow and orange, interspersed with birds returning home. The fading blue sky fathering them. … Continue reading Platform Nine and Three-Quarters
Slow Is Beautiful
For a long time, I believed it was good to be fast. For longer I believed those who were not fast finished last. This was what it was like, in the world out there - rife with competition and the fastest one getting all the spoils of war. The slower ones, left to eat dust. … Continue reading Slow Is Beautiful
Ever since I remember, words have had a certain grip over me - not the unhealthy kind, but the healthier one. One that makes me happy, leaves me curious wanting for more. I don’t have words to explain this exactly, ironic as it seems - words escape me, but it is a warm feeling - … Continue reading Textual Allure