The Wealth Of Stories – #TodaysTale
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The Wealth Of Stories – #TodaysTale

Daily stories for wisdom & grace in the form of #TodaysTale

Evaporation – The Marie Kondo of COVID
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Evaporation – The Marie Kondo of COVID

I used to think fearlessness was a solid feeling. COVID made me think it is a void.

When Gods Become People
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When Gods Become People

An ode to disappointing idols, to deified affections, to desecrated loyalties,

Autorickshaws & Poetry: Dignity In A Post COVID World
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Autorickshaws & Poetry: Dignity In A Post COVID World

Finding poetry & gentleness in an angry post COVID world. I found dignity in an autorickshaw driver. And a poem.

‘The Good Place’ Is A Study Of Libra
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‘The Good Place’ Is A Study Of Libra

The Good Place is a treatise in the Libra ethos.

Wayfarer On An Open Road
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Wayfarer On An Open Road

Post COVID, life is uncertain but it’s an open road. Everything is a lesson, every meeting is a gift.

Urban Domestica – Peace in Pieces
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Urban Domestica – Peace in Pieces

Finding peace in the domestic, finding poetry in the mundane

I Will Listen
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I Will Listen

I’ve been in so many conversations. I’ve come back overflowing with so much. Wisps of other people clinging to me. They turn into dreams, into nightmares, into fantasies, into nagging nameless worries. Then someone says hello and they pass. I started to worry about losing myself in you, in them,…

Back To School
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Back To School

I started teaching an undergraduate course at a college that is allied with the one from where I graduated. I have taken exams in this very building. I’ve also represented another alma mater years later in a college festival and performed on the stage of this one. Now, I take…

Checklist Of Closures
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Checklist Of Closures

2022 feels like a checklist of long pending accounts being closed. The year began completely wrenched out of my control. Ignoring my qualms about a new variant & their lingering health issues, my familiy insisted on traveling in the first week of January. They returned with COVID. For years now,…

Nature’s Love, Loss & Lessons

Nature’s Love, Loss & Lessons

One adult lizard lives outside my window peaceably. I have a veritable garden in my window that I lavish with love & care. And when the lizard first showed up, I was apprehensive as I am around anyone new. But we seemed to understand each other. That lizard is rarely…

The Long, Dark COVID Of The Soul

The Long, Dark COVID Of The Soul

I had COVID earlier this month. Finally, the axe I’ve been dreading since March 2020, fell. It was the second chop, the first being my parents catching it earlier this year. I am grateful that these have been mild variants & we didn’t suffer like a lot of other people…

What Do We Owe Each Other In Shifting Normals?
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What Do We Owe Each Other In Shifting Normals?

After I wrote yesterday’s fan post about And Just Like That, I stayed up late reading reviews & the subreddit of the show. Well. There is so much vitriol. I believe most of it is the punishment our overly capitalist world is wrecking on anyone who hasn’t paid the requisite…

And Just Like That…I Found Friends Again
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And Just Like That…I Found Friends Again

I’m liking where I am with regard to viewable content. I’ve spent a long time burrowing into books mostly because the video medium was garbage churned out by rich, privileged, inbred people who didn’t care about humans like me. But the streaming services are getting with it. And even if…

Silent Gods – A Political Poem
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Silent Gods – A Political Poem

This poem was written to the prompt ‘भारत भाग्य विधाता चुप है’ (Bharat Bhagya Vidhata chup hain).The Indian national anthem addresses the ‘Bharat Bhagya Vidhata’ (the benefactor of India’s destiny). This prompt suggests that the benefactor is silent. Trigger warnings: My poem contains other references to the national anthem &…

Modern Love: The Quest For Identity First
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Modern Love: The Quest For Identity First

What were the brutal experiences of fear, grief & unexpected connections in the last two years but lessons in love & relating? The lockdowns forced me away from my usual coping mechanisms & distractions. What is left when all assumptions are stripped away? Love & Identity As a metropolitan Indian…

A Refugee From Amatonormativity
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A Refugee From Amatonormativity

I’ve heard of asexuality, aromanticism and polyamory. Then a friend sent me this video talking about AMATONORMATIVITY. Well-meaning friends have gently (or bluntly) told me that my experiences of abuse turned me against men/marriage. There may be some truth to that. The very thought of weddings – invitations, over-the-top engagement…

The “Do They Treat You Well?” Play
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The “Do They Treat You Well?” Play

I was watching an episode of ‘Kim’s Convenience’ where a concerned (possibly over protective) family is talking to their daughter about her love life. One of them asks, “Does he treat you well?” And I realised no one had ever asked me that. Not family members, not friends, not classmates,…

Raining Me

Raining Me

I am open walking wounds. I’m awash in the pain of those who hurt me. Because to bleed is to also stain & to infect. But you know, it hurts much more to fester alone, to bear wounds silently, to hide sores in pretence. In the feeling will there be…

Being My Age Is A Feminist Act
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Being My Age Is A Feminist Act

I’m often told I ‘don’t look’ my age. It’s served up as a compliment. It’s not. What’s complimentary about telling someone they don’t fit the box into which you’re trying to put them? I already know that by being open about my age (43 a week ago, when this photo…