Life lessons

I’d suffered from typhoid during my first year at school, and missed one paper from the first term examination. I can’t recall the fever or any other symptom. Just that my class teacher, a kindly old lady, Mrs. Kent asked my mother to request the Principal for a re-examination. I’d scored well in all other … Continue reading Life lessons

Soul Management

I cannot be an eagle, though I wish to fly high I am blessed with a penetrating vision that cuts through veils and layers of deception. Yet, what I see is an adversary, not a prey. Shedding feathers is painful, as the stories about eagles plucking feathers in isolation say. They rebirth and live for … Continue reading Soul Management

Connections

I remember a poem called ‘A reason or a season” widely in circulation on social media a couple of years back. The poet opined that people come into our lives with a specific purpose, and we should let them go when they choose to go.The purpose has been fulfilled. What disconnects is a vital clue … Continue reading Connections

Same Sun, New Colors

It is the same Sun that greets me every morning. I don my eye-glasses, and strain the eyes to see if there are any additional rays in the aura around it. A year has passed, and it should reflect in the Sun’s achievements - like a new medal. I think of all the shades of … Continue reading Same Sun, New Colors

Nature’s protectors

Those twinkling eyes behind the branches looked at me in curiosity, but stepped behind as I advance with my phone camera. Shyness or fear? It is lack of trust, as the mother snarls at me for coming too close. I move away to respect their privacy, but keep watching the babies on natural swings. Baby … Continue reading Nature’s protectors

Bubble

I walk inhaling the morning fragrance through a mask, after a long time.  A child sprints past me, blowing bubbles from a glass. She is not wearing a mask. Somehow, I wish she had stopped to smile at me, or exchange some childish banter. I look back, but she has not noticed my presence. Maybe … Continue reading Bubble

Halloween

I see a congenial, smiling face and then the mask drops. A monster emerges. No. It’s not Halloween. I must be dreaming. The behaviour is different, but voices are familiar. Could it be….? Again, the mask drops. I see creatures drowning in a sea of fear. They fold hands, they pray and then exercise extra … Continue reading Halloween

Autumn

If winter is death, surely, red-slashed autumn is the wound that brought it. Autumnal years have a sense of foreboding, but experience and wisdom add shades of color. Some may nurse wounds of unfulfilled ambition. Yet, the peace of white snow-filled peaks is unbeatable. It holds the enlightenment of truth, after peeling off layers of … Continue reading Autumn

Shedding

You believe you shine with borrowed light. The Sun knows it clothes you, but also conceals beauty of the original. Poets are busy giving you different names to facilitate expression of the complex. You do find courage to shed clothes, but your identity remains enmeshed in nomenclature. You are just the Moon … let adjectives … Continue reading Shedding