Reflections

What is curiosity?

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?

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Reflections

Who invented the word Routine?

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?

Reflections

The heavy clouds rain

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

Reflections

The sun hasn’t risen yet

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

Reflections

Fleeting rainbows

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

Poems I Love, Reflections

Where is ‘me’?

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’?

Reflections

Why hide and escape?

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?

Reflections

moving here to there to here

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

Quotes I Love, Reflections

Undetectable excuses

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

Reflections

Self esteem and inexhaustible Presence

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

Reflections

What are you rooting for?

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?