Have you ever been bitten by the bug of curiosity? The one that makes you question and wonder, making your eyes go wide with awe and amazement.. Have you ever looked at the stars twinkling and wondered what could be beyond them? Have you ever let your imagination run wild? Imagining places and things and… Continue reading What is curiosity?
Day after day, you watch the Sun rise every morning, you watch the Sun set every evening. Today, as it was hiding behind the clouds, you wondered, ‘Does it never tire of going on the same path? same routine? Rising and setting like clockwork. The ancient sundials and clocks were made based on Sun’s movements.… Continue reading Who invented the word Routine?
When there is a resistance within for situations, for traditional things, what do you do? Do you rebel or do you accept? It doesn’t matter how you take that resistance and what you do with it. The heavy clouds rain. The butterfly pushes its wings from the cocoon. The waves crash on the rocks. The… Continue reading The heavy clouds rain
The sun hasn’t risen yet, it’s a dark morning. The same grass that looks green in the day is now a dark grey. Except the lights of buildings, everything is wrapped in darkness, quietness. If you keep waiting patiently, even when your world is wrapped in darkness, in coldness, the sun would rise. Even before… Continue reading The sun hasn’t risen yet
It had rained, and the sun was out from behind the clouds. I searched for the rainbow, didn’t find it, instead looked at the faraway clouds, their whiteness and darkness mixed up in greys. I turned my head and there it was, the lonely illusion, a rainbow. I stared at it, identifying the colours visible… Continue reading Fleeting rainbows
I’ve been afraid of fame, for a long time now. Of people knowing my name. I like being in the shadows, I’ve stayed anonymous on the internet and loved it. Today, reading a poem by Hafiz led me to thinking. Where is ‘me’, where is Aditi? It’s just a name, a vehicle to be known… Continue reading Where is ‘me’?
Sometimes, words just overflow. Sometimes, they are silent in awe of Life, of the beauty of Life and Nature. Sometimes, they want to be heard. Sometimes, they want to hide from the cruelty, from the harshness that is a part of Life, a part of Nature. The cold winter is essential. So is the spring,… Continue reading Why hide and escape?
days and months and then years, started from here, went there, made it a home, and moving back to here, back to where we started. there’s a thrill in this. an adventure. like a flowing river, never staying at the same place for long. so long. isn’t life like this? life and death. we begin… Continue reading moving here to there to here
You strive for a month or so, somehow that determination vanishes, you’re still unaware, just putting up excuses of this and that, still unaware, that you stopped fighting for your goals, that you stopped looking at those dreams you stared at. What happened and why? Two days of rest and you fell right back into… Continue reading Undetectable excuses
That feeling of not having enough, of not being enough came back, and I searched in vain for books that would help to increase my self esteem, self worth. But what is that self esteem, self worth, self image, and all things self? It’s how we view ourselves. It’s like looking through a kaleidoscope and… Continue reading Self esteem and inexhaustible Presence
Certain mornings, there are these agitations. Like these broken sentences. Nagging feelings of being not good enough, of having not achieved enough, of having not done enough rise and bind me, my thoughts. And as I close my eyes and sit feeling these agitations, I bring a thought and hold on to it, ‘I am… Continue reading These oscillations
Layer by layer I dust off all the dirt on my heart, in all the nooks and crooks, inside and out.. The dirt of conditionings, the dirt of surroundings, the dirt of egos, the dirt of injustice, the dirt of control, the dirt of expectations, the dirt of conflicts, the dirt of selfishness.. I close… Continue reading Dusting
This feverishness, I want to hide. I hate gaining sympathy being in the limelight for something that is going on within me, be it a sickness of the body or of emotions. These hot tears, I want to hide. I don’t feel love, I feel empty. It’s not that I cannot show what I feel,… Continue reading This feverishness
This shadow never leaves me. The shadow of my own being. It’s not concrete, it’s not even abstract, yet I cannot show it to the world and present it like fruits on a platter ready to be sacrificed and given to the deities. I cannot give, I cannot sacrifice this shadow of my being. It… Continue reading The shadow
These are the woes of being a human. I wish i was anything but a human, without the perks and perils and everything in between that comes with being a human. I wish i did not have this sense of duty and responsibility, and this tiredness that comes with it, this suffocation of not being… Continue reading The woes of being a human
Anger comes and goes in waves. the reasons do not matter now. i go with it, with the waves splashing on the shore of my body. but behind the anger, there is a calmness. unknowingly, i let go of the angry waves as i reach in my heart, its soothing depth lulls me into a… Continue reading Anger and calmness
what do i wish for? just some strength to keep being as kind as possible. to never be bitter or grudgy. to never keep things muddy in my heart, to clear it all always. ~ ~ ~ ~ Featured image: Photo by Aditi Premankit
Who is a writer? A writer is someone who writes, learns and understands the whole movement of life and lets that understanding reflect in his/her writing. Then why all this fear? Why all this focus on earning money? On earning a name? Because you feel conflicted. The conflict is about writing vs. earning money. You… Continue reading What are you rooting for?
Such information overload these days. The eyes and mind are overworked and all other senses barely noticeable. And yet, just 10 minutes of loving-kindness meditation clears it all out. It’s like rebooting your hung up system. ~ ~ ~ ~ Featured image: Photo by Aditi Premankit
I discuss things with him, to their roots.. to understand, to reconnect.. P: “If you made other’s choice as your choice, would there be anger?” A: “But how to make their choice as my own choice?” P: “If there are two dresses, blue and red, and if I suggest to you that the blue one… Continue reading Understanding choices
Do not be yourself. Do not express yourself. Do not question everything. What they taught ‘right’ and ‘good’ isn’t true. Do not listen to your heart. ‘Coz the world is a hypocrite and full of lies. Be practical and be a liar instead. Be manipulative and be an orthodox instead. Don’t be the Light, we… Continue reading Be practical?!
This is how the world spins. There are thousands of quotes and advices on being authentic, being true to yourself, being yourself as you are, but the world doesn’t accept it when one person takes a stand to be true to themselves, to not follow things blindly, they are made to stop it, to give… Continue reading Such hypocrisy!
Struggling with self-doubts about a decision to leave a place of negativity and follow the calling of the heart to write, but fears keep coming in waves.. Questions about how to convince parents, but below those layers are assumptions of my own, of letting them down, of being selfish to follow my heart, of wasting… Continue reading Doubts to choices
And there it goes again.. Same old blah blah.. And all of a sudden my defenses are on.. I defend myself, what i believe in.. Why do i have to give in? I don't want to.. Why can't, for once in my life, why can't i stand for what i believe in? I don’t believe… Continue reading Because I want to!
Above Photo by Aditi B. ~ ~ ~ She laughed looking at the boatthat had so much potential to let everything go and be freeto move in the rivers and conquer the oceansto brave the storms and survive and yet here it was... Bound.. … Continue reading The boat…