Thursday, December 5, 2013

what haunts you..



I close my eyes
and I see a tiny past I want to forget
I see an ignorant rebellion
I see a child who refused to grow up
I see innocence wrapped with guilt
..now I wish for a magic wand
to correct the mistakes
but I know that is not possible

am sure time will slowly heal
the wounds I want to bury
until then am just blessed
for all those who love me unconditionally
who manage to bring a smile on my face
..every single day of my life..

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Wednesday, December 4, 2013

morning ritual..


Do you like the cup? I got a plain white cup from a thrift store and hand painted it. :-)

"The sun is new each day." ~ Heraclitus 

..so is mine.

Funny how my morning ritual changes from time to time, depending upon where I am. When working in DC, for two years I ate this breakfast from Cosi, every single morning without missing a day. Then I moved on to this and then this.

Right now, my mornings are more meditative in nature. It is like I hit a reset button to erase all the things (that can be ignored) from the previous day so that I start afresh; as if God has given me another opportunity to get it right! I wake up by 6 am and brew a hot cup of masala tea + read newspaper along with it. This is my *me* time and I never start the day without it. By 7, the huzz-buzz of the day starts and it just continues till I hit the bed in the night. It is like a never ending cycle and that is the reason I treasure my mental reset button so much. It gives me the energy and right frame of mind to carry on with the day without any excessive baggage. A new addition to the to-list is to pen a few words for #writealm before the day ends. Quietness of the night steers new thoughts in me yet again and its refreshing to write before sleeping instead of staring at my Iphone screen until my eyes hurt. (one of many not-so-good habits am trying to stay away from!)

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Tuesday, December 3, 2013

mirror mirror..



..mirror mirror
do you see an error
tell me the truth
from my heart, shall I uproot
the things I hate
or else leave it to fate
or take some action
for peace and contemplation...

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Monday, December 2, 2013

slant of light..



Nicky is in a dreamlike state, sitting in a corner of her tiny, dark bedroom. It's holiday season with people busy shopping for new clothes, carrying Christmas trees and cheering for those decorating their houses. The past few weeks have been very hard and she found herself trapped in a self-made solitude. Her wind chime makes a sound outside and for a second she thought it is her mom who came by with her favorite fruit cake. But, it is just the wind. "Why has life become so difficult all of a sudden?" she thinks and drops on her bed, tired of arguing with God; for not finding answers. She falls asleep dreaming about a perfect world where her mom is still alive, smiling on a hospital bed fighting a battle with cancer. Now, she is just waiting for a tiny joy that will make her alive again, like a slant of light through a peep hole in a dark window. 

She has been waiting for weeks now. She doesn't want to wait anymore.

In the kitchen, she finds her mother's neatly stacked recipe cards and  in next one hour, bakes the fruit cake following instructions to the tee. "Food is the only way I can connect to my mother", she realises, returning to full wakefulness. She finally gets to feel the small happiness she has been searching all along and now she knows what to do when she wants her mother around. 

Nicky smiles again.

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