Hope
When you’re lost, how do you know you’re on the right track again?
You don’t.
You just keep walking and hope you’ll reach somewhere.
Sometimes you do.
When you’re lost, how do you know you’re on the right track again?
You don’t.
You just keep walking and hope you’ll reach somewhere.
Sometimes you do.
Christmas is complex for me. It’s a journey through painful nostalgia, colonised history, the morality of forgivness & questioning where I really belong.
I’ve always loved Mumbai but now feels like a new lease on life. A second chance to truly experience every breath.
My post-COVID reflections in autorickshaws confront privilege, embrace Mumbai’s diversity, discover shared poetry transcend languages.
I sometimes hear outsiders call Mumbaikers, mechanical. Could that be true? I think we awaken every morning, bright with the colour of our individuality. Then the city crystalizes us into a reverse prism, bringing out only the most necessary aspects of our being and spits us out, still filtered and…
Bells ringing. Traffic honking. Burdens falling. Surprises galore.
Faces, faces, faces everywhere.
It’s Monday morning in Mumbai.
Content Marketing, yet another buzzword added to the business lexicon. Let’s not go the jargon way. Let’s just talk.
@Swetha: Yes, nothing hurts worse than shattered hopes. Someone wise once told me, “The experience of a shattered dream is one that ages a person.” And yet, I think, when you lose hope, what else is left to do in life?
@Anu: That’s profound.
When you don’t know where you’re going, you can never get lost. You’ll always get SOMEWHERE.
I have realised, Hope leads to expectations, expectations lead to being let down, which leads to misery, you realise you hit a new low. Then the whole journey of again being lost and try to get over the bottom less pit… Leads to working on hope.
Off late I’m scared to Hope!