Rebirth is not always about reincarnation or different lifetimes. What fascinates me about the word is its linkage to positivity. A turning point, discovery of potential, eruption of latent forces, change in lifestyle all count as rebirth. However, a downturn is never called so. Birth always holds hope. What we do with a life later … Continue reading Rebirth
I need to call my cousin, but she’s in a different time zone … better wait for an appropriate time when she is awake. Day and night move parallelly, but in different geographic locations. What does an equal duration signify? We walk through our lives, live out our scripts - in unison or opposition. Ultimately, … Continue reading Solstice
I’m curious to know what the island thinks. Does it feel complete in itself, or longs for connection? Is it the lack of connectedness that lends to a feeling of being self-sufficient? Ignorance is bliss. What happens when external influence reaches its shore? a desire to move driven by attraction of external appeal I want … Continue reading Island
Bird songs are changing. The voice, pitch and content might all acquire new dimensions. Twitter has got a new owner. The birds outside my window chirp in their usual urgent tone, demanding food. I cater to their needs quickly. They give me hope. Silently, I bless the birds and pray they are not overpowered by … Continue reading Tweets and Blue Skies
This is in response to Eugi's Weekly Prompt - Faraway That faraway look holds the potential to reveal quite a lot. Looking left up, right up or downwards is an indicator of parts of memory being accessed, or new ones manufactured. It gives me a sense of power, short-lived. Who has ever stopped the train … Continue reading In a flash
Still photographs are out. Videos are in. Friends, prospective employers, partners all want to see the vibrancy of a personality, not a frozen mood clicked from wrong angles. But this prompt took me back by two years. The lockdown had just started, and I enrolled in a charcoal drawing class online. Placing still objects at … Continue reading Still life
Mountains are designed to be cold. They make me feel dwarfed and inconsequential. Then, I pity their immobility. I’m blessed with flexibility to move, change my position, escape from things I don’t like. Yet, mountains intimidate. They drop a rock here and there to demonstrate power. The uncertainty dwarfs my mindset again. I’d like to … Continue reading Cold mountain
Bombay does not have much of a winter. However, this year has been slightly different. We have foggy mornings, a nip in the air late evening, and occasionally, I see someone on a morning walk wearing a sweater. We welcome the lowered temperatures, as we don’t need air-conditioning. Fabrics like corduroy, velvet, tweed vie for … Continue reading Bombay winter
I admire the temerity of wispy, transient clouds when they overshadow the Sun. The sparrow sitting on a shaky branch displays immense confidence in her ability to fly at the slightest hint of trouble. Suddenly, I see my puny self expanding to cover the city and the Earth, as if I’m the last surviving person … Continue reading Relevance
A child will not learn to walk if mobility is not a promise of freedom. I would never work for money, if it did not promise a lifestyle. Calendars are created with an expiry date, to give way to the next. A digit changes to promise continuity of the past, while announcing a new venture. … Continue reading A DIGIT CHANGES
Reena Saxena 