Saturday, June 11, 2022
Hum rahe ya na rahe yaad ayenge ye pal
Euphemistic desire: Dear Diary
Our world has ways of putting words to complex things but not something as simple as your sex or mine or theirs, your desires or mine or theirs. Stronger than the feeling of finding nicer labels for all private parts was the feeling of curiosity about how she has lived with courage when many a man or a woman with ordinary lives might have crumbled before life's ordinary struggles.
Is it that difficult to find words to express love for the one you love just because you are an introvert or because your identity is different from that of the majority?
Thoughts listening to Kalki Subramaniam
On Air
The way your memory creeps up before my eyes
The way you croon your favourite songs and mine,
The songs that have stayed despite the long years
Playful, naughty, sad, philosophical or just
pleasant.
The songs that bring you back to me wherever I am
Wild dreams of being one with you body and soul
Spending endless hours in embraces like creepers
Despite the long sad years of absence and longing.
Though I long for our lost days with a heavy heart,
Those days of endless sunshine that were so perfect
Your sweet voice singing your favourites and mine
During all seasons and all times, every single day.
The songs that I listen on the radio this morning
Brings back a smile in this era of infinite longing.
The Unsent Letters
Menstrupedia Comic: The Friendly Guide to Periods for Girls
Friday, June 10, 2022
Sacred Spaces
Tuesday, June 07, 2022
Thursday, June 02, 2022
Wednesday, June 01, 2022
Favourites from KK
Some favourites from KK. May his voice linger on!
Tonight
Only you, only you, your smiling eyes whispered,
As you sang our song, unaware of the huge crowd,
For I couldn’t believe it, standing where we were,
How you could look before you, and see only me?
Your eyes illumine the words as a leaf under light
Your solemn face, singing of trysts at moonlight,
Like by magic took on a look so soft and tender,
By what spell or charm it still makes me wonder.
The words you sang to me long ago, now, crowd,
Like colour against monotone, promises unlived,
Your songs of love and longing in forgotten days
In a gaze that read me, in a million uncanny ways.
Like buried seeds coming to life at the touch of rain
You come back with new tears as ungrieved pain,
Our tragedy was not breaking up but fading away,
With distance and fights that broke out twice a day.
Your eyes now sing to me from crowds this night,
Whose look has turned wan like the words I write.
Tuesday, May 31, 2022
A good ending
A House for Mr. Biswas
He thought of the house as his own, though for years it had been irretrievably mortgaged. And during these months of illness and despair he was struck again and again by the wonder of being in his own house, the audacity of it: to walk in through his own front gate, to bar entry to whoever he wished, to close his doors and windows every night, to hear no noises except those of his family, to wander freely from room to room and about his yard, instead of being condemned, as before, to retire the moment he got home to the crowded room in one or the other of Mrs. Tulsi’s houses, crowded with Shama’s sisters, their husbands, their children. As a boy he had moved from one house of strangers to another; and since his marriage he felt he had lived nowhere but in the houses of the Tulsis, at Hanuman House in Arwacas, in the decaying wooden house at Shorthills, in the clumsy concrete house in Port of Spain. And now at the end he found himself in his own house, on his own half-lot of land, his own portion of the earth. That he should have been responsible for this seemed to him, in these last months, stupendous.
Monday, May 30, 2022
The Notebook
The next morning, she finds her mother at the doorstep and she confronts Allie by reminding her of her engagement with Lon. They argue but she gives Allie a bundle of letters that Noah had written her over the years.
The film version of the book directed by Nick Cassavetes is equally memorable though it focuses on Noah and Allie's love as a summer romance that gets a second chance and is as much about parenting guidelines for parents who discover their kids to be in love with unsuitable suitors from inappropriate social classes. The film is quite sensuous portrayed against luscious greenery and the countryside.
Saturday, May 28, 2022
The Wanderer
Friday, May 27, 2022
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Tuesday, May 24, 2022
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Wednesday, May 18, 2022
Twinflame Prayer
Saturday, May 14, 2022
Thunderstorm
Thursday, May 12, 2022
Positive Affirmations
In the infinity of life where I am, all is perfect, whole, and complete. I now choose calmly and objectively to see my old patterns, and I am willing to make changes. I choose to react as though I have found a treasure when I discover something else to release.
I am teachable. I can learn. I am willing to change. I choose to have fun doing this.I see and feel myself changing moment by moment.Thoughts no longer have any power over me. I am the power in the world. I choose to be free. All is well in my world.
Monday, May 09, 2022
Chance
We Are Free to Be Ourselves
Sunday, May 08, 2022
She
Her heart is large enough
To hold you close to her;
For she is not of this world.
She is foolish in her ways;
Poundwise or pennywise;
For she is not of this world.
She didn't give me a staff
Nor a bag for my journeys;
For she is not of this world.
Nor enough to nourish me
Like the others did theirs.
For she is not of this world.
But she loved me enough
To let me learn by model
To learn lessons my way.
Mom
All I wanted was a book of recipes like yours
Like the one you kept like a hidden treasure,
On special occasions, you'd leave the kitchen
Smelling of spices, roast chicken and plum cake.
The wild shopping spree just before Christmas,
The cake-mixing at midnight done together,
The written recipes followed to the last line
The spontaneous tweaks to the plans that I make.
This book of magic is abandoned after this loss,
Though the Christmas flavours linger in the air,
Goodwill, happiness and merriment-the first time
I had celebrated Christmas with flavours at home.
The secret recipes, the love of wine and laughter
All are lessons that I have learnt from you, mom.
Seasons
You have sang of the seasons of silence, remembrance and eternal sunshine. The heart has learnt its lesson and found solace in the coinciden...