I am on top of the mountain. Fairy lights are winking at me in the valley below. I imagine gentle laughter and the sound of tiny tinkling bells drifting up from them. Here I am surrounded by angels, I think! Or maybe my inner voice speaks. There are messages for me. And maybe for you. Listen.… Continue reading 4 Letter Words for Diwali!
I was recently in a discussion on loving with two distinct sides where one – the romantics – were laughed at and the other – the rationalists – were convinced that they are superior with their arguments based on reason and logic. I backed off after a few minutes as it was entertaining to simply… Continue reading On ‘A Romantic’s Perspective on Love’
I found the man I would marry when I had just turned nineteen. And I did not have to seek him out, nor snatch him out of someone else’s embrace, or worry about him belonging with someone else whose territory I was poaching. I did not have to compete to win him over. Neither did… Continue reading On Saying ‘Thank You! I Love You.’
Things are as they are: Our reality is unique to each one of us as individuals. We are each an island; isolated and independent, complete and proud of our individualism. Yet, we desire to fall in step with a few others in our life’s journey, just to make it a pleasant shared experience. And so… Continue reading On ‘Waiting’
I have spent four days laid up in bed alternating between being completely knocked out with sleep medication and a floating, dreamy wakefulness where I am not quite sure that I am awake. My muscles are so relaxed that I am not able to squeeze a lemon into my lemon tea. While my brain is… Continue reading On ‘Thoughts of a Woozy Wandering Mind’
On some days, my supply of cuss words is inadequate to meet demand. I am tempted to productively use my time researching appropriate ones that fit my current situation. And feel so overwhelmed that ‘wtf’ becomes my highest and most evolved expression of feelings, flashing in my mind with each breath, which is incidentally around… Continue reading On ‘What Goes On In My Head When You Push My Buttons…’
The little lost toy was a tiny person. It struggled to get up on the bench and finally made it. Ah! The view was much better: he could see way more in all directions. There was a gurgling fountain to the right and a big moss covered rock to the left. It had just rained… Continue reading On Finding and Being Found: The Little Lost Toy