Where’s The Flirty Party? – The Power Moves of Flirting
Flirting feels like a party I wasn’t invited to. A concert playing all around me & everyone’s vibing, except me.
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BOOK REVIEW: The Guide – RK Narayan
Because of the Bollywood associations, I was worried that ‘The Guide’ would disappoint me when other RK Narayan works had delighted.
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Dignity In A World Of Tumult
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…
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So Long & Thanks For All The Sunshine!
I’ve been cycling for a month now. I was lucky through all of August where my high energy days coincided with sunshine moments.
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Lessons Of Leo 👑
August, Leo month, brought me back to life, piecing together from debris, things I’ve never owned.
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The Political Isn’t Just Personal, It’s Emotional
Our political beliefs come from deeply ingrained personal affections, loyalties and yes, traumas.
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When The Cocoon Is Too Small
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…
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Decoding Desire
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…
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Kaleidoscope Love
Do I have the courage to be loved by that which is bigger than me? Yes, it’s a question of courage. Also of ego. The spiritual masters say that love is a lesson in your own projections & insights on your being that appear as reflections in the beloved. I…
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BLUE or A Rejection Of Romance
His voice holds me. His words unravel me. And the trouble is the unraveling, the undoing, the blurring continue long after the voice has gone silent, the line cold. Because words, they linger. Burning flesh wounds inside defenses. And everything else feels harder, sharper, steelier. I am in a world…
