A Rather Long Monologue But It’s Poetic
A monologue because is love ever anything else? If we’re lucky both faces of love are modeled for us in clear, unambiguous ways.
A monologue because is love ever anything else? If we’re lucky both faces of love are modeled for us in clear, unambiguous ways.
LOVE LANGUAGE – my journey deciphering my experiences through the words of love songs in different languages
Flirting feels like a party I wasn’t invited to. A concert playing all around me & everyone’s vibing, except me.
Because of the Bollywood associations, I was worried that ‘The Guide’ would disappoint me when other RK Narayan works had delighted.
I’ve been thinking about dignity. I do, a lot, especially when I feel I’ve not been dignified. I haven’t felt it lately because I haven’t felt in control of anything. But dignity isn’t about control, is it? I realised that most of my emotional decisions were trauma reactions. It wasn’t…
I’ve been cycling for a month now. I was lucky through all of August where my high energy days coincided with sunshine moments.
August, Leo month, brought me back to life, piecing together from debris, things I’ve never owned.
Our political beliefs come from deeply ingrained personal affections, loyalties and yes, traumas.
When you go long enough turning scars into art, you start thinking of wounds as poetry. And the cacophony of imaginary voices, as the orchestra of your soul. You seek out people who call you beautiful when you bleed. People who willing aid you in that process, a little too…
Desire puts us in the space of seeing what we need, what we yearn for. And this, right now after a long period of starvation & loneliness & desolation is shadowy. The needs are real but are they deep or transient? Will they vanish like FOMO the minute they are…