A New June
The first week of June spells pre-monsoon showers in Mumbai.
The first week of June spells pre-monsoon showers in Mumbai.
An email from out of the blue, reminded of odd feelings I’d forgotten and an end I hadn’t had.
You cannot make someone love you. No matter how wonderful, talented, beautiful, fabulous, kind, generous or successful you are. It’s an immutable law of nature. Because the heart that is locked, contains its own key within it. Discovering that is every person’s individual quest and no one else has any…
The water of indifferencewears away eventhe ragged cliffs of pain ~O~O~O~O~ Walls crumbleI watch the dust flyEven my anger cannot defy time ~O~O~O~O~ Pain was powerto create new life, afterThe bigger magic is that even that ends
Had a thought – a few actually – in the last fortnight, that I haven’t had a chance to put down. I saw this movie and thought, I see ghosts too. They hurt me sometimes. They talk to me. They walk around like everyone else. They are the ghosts of…
When someone opens a window inside you and holds up candlelight.
I returned to a familiar campus for day zero recruitments. It was a professional step up and a personal reset.
I navigated heartbreak & healing when I revisited sites of old pain. A nostalgia trip helped me explore the map of my traumatic memories & brought me closure.
For ten years I have believed that I was in love. Mad, wild, passionate, head-throbbing, nerve-searing love. And in love with someone who didn’t love me. Or care for me. Or respect me. Or even treat me as a human being. Recently I met someone else who made me feel…