Mar 2020
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Hiding Place
Join me if you will, in a little corner where the heart is. Yes, ….that stair away from the noise, take a seat, pause please, dearest Lord God, here we, fragile, rest awhile. Something asks to shushlistenlook to a restless Earth ; watch Peace like a Sword touch us thru’ mask & glove, slash open… Continue reading
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No, not inside!
My daughter took this pic of me the day before her 25th bday Oct2019. Now its all changed so fast. Did you even know we’d miss our little easy trips in a time when there were no ‘untouchable surfaces’? We grew from ponytails and little shirts to grown up wear & tear. We learned to… Continue reading
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What you see, sees you
Streets, people, trees, blossoms, faces, places, time, family, What you see, sees you- quieting thought that I can effect change, mood, laughter, peace…I am the music of my words, the harbinger of joy, yeah I can re arrange the furniture, heal, reveal a Well Spring of things and streams you & I own deep within,… Continue reading
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Isolation Angels.
I can’t thank life enough for Fellow Angel Bloggers who’s incredible posts keep me believing that this is still the world we knew before ‘Rona virals!! Purple Ray’s ‘Isolation Angel’, + verse here simply had to be shared for its sweet sheer brilliant reminder that we are never alone. Thank you! too Dave of Phoblography… Continue reading
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You are your own brand!
This Post is for anyone celebrating their birthday today, (and everyone else) I have this urge to celebrate you, and offer a tiny prayer too from my son who’s incredible gift is prayer. If you’ve been following posts you’ll know he’s not just blind but recovering from a series of disturbing issues, but this isn’t… Continue reading
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Touched
by what held us all these years: I’m touched, by the power within us that is greater than fear, touched by how new leaf and bud appear, relentless of germs & sickness, they pout at my quick disbelief of personal endurance, Touched, where I am rinsed by storms of cleansing…. I believe you and I… Continue reading
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Today is a Gift only you can unwrap
..a designer Key to unlock gates of iron: Today is that Gift we asked for: tiny seconds tripping together, they warned last night of Dawn, and here we are, 24 hours closer to answers we task for; Today is a Gift of colours we mayn’t notice in sill and (coffee?) swirls, in each others’ eyes,… Continue reading
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Family Fellowship for you, wherever you are: this is as simple-y spontaneous as it can get!
What started two years ago with a few young people across Bangalore city, today was just Family, oweing to ‘Janata Curfew’: people’s voluntary curfew where every Indian stays indoors all day till 9pm this evening. So we got together for today: our daughter Vihan who made our Haven call come true with her heart of… Continue reading
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Walk Tall into Tomorrow
This one is for the loved ones and those who have succumbed, or might, to Covid & other reasons humans and nations do not always thrive, & too, for those of us who die a thousand deaths in lives that could be be lived out strong, those for whom Love loses Its Light with eye… Continue reading
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Friends contribute.
I just received from the Netherlands, a poem ‘Written v.appropriately; like to share it with you…’, forwarded by my dearest friend and cousin sis. We were The Twins when we were little, as in school- little girls. I wore pig tails, she wore a mop. She was fun and gorgeous, a Beauty with brains, she… Continue reading
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‘What you see outside your window..’
So, no random wheeling around my city. No touching other Humans, Malls, or Theater, stay in! I’m basically a hermit, but when asked NOT to go out, ah the urge – the urge to watch sunset from anyplace else but here. And where are we these days: an entire globe @home? My own window fills… Continue reading
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This too shall pass.
The Story of King Solomon’s Gold Ring. One day Solomon decided to humble Benaiah ben Yehoyada, his most trusted minister. He said to him, “Benaiah, there is a certain ring that I want you to bring to me. I wish to wear it for Sukkot which gives you six months to find it.” “If it… Continue reading
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Courtesy of the Cross
I haven’t understood this – as much as I have during this past year: I’ve bitten into Its wood, Its Bleed. Its brutal honesty. How do I identify with It’s utter ‘Insanity‘.. Why did the Christ do what He did, how does It help Humans? When you break thresholds of pain, there is no pretence:… Continue reading
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Less is more
‘Really.’ I said, feeling nothing at all. His words were kind, minimal. ‘Yes, we are restless as a race. So.’ So, we needed a break, but not to be broken, right? The young Padre smiles, like an old man. He’s seen too much, I guess as he blinks back tears. ‘Sometimes suffering makes us feel… Continue reading
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Stranger than fiction
Thankyou Rochellewisoff @ Friday Fictioneers for this inspiring space every week. Photo Prompt @Ceayr IS LIFE STRANGER THAN FICTION: It is reverse in my dream: earth fills the tap, that bench holding shadows? Nah, shadows hold all; the sky is floor, the earth her roof. When I awake, I am in my skin, no longer… Continue reading
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Corona-Whisperer
We need a Corona- Whisperer, and we need one now: like the fierce Santur Pills our soft voiced aunt had in thumb-sized steel box: bitter herb that scared whooping cough, sneezes, hiccups… tiny round terrors that could cure malingering children of tummy ache before school. Ma just whispering, ‘Sant,’ could bring instant relief… our Santur… Continue reading
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The $120 million Scream
Let me say it out loud, not just because I’m artistically inclined: Art is the Journal of our Times, the Colour of our Decibel: in an environment that might seem to be growing steadily deaf to human existential need, or isn’t it? TOI smashed it with above version of the world’s 2nd most famous painting… Continue reading
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Positively Shameless
Just got this beauty (Pl check details below) from my very talented friend Shilpa W., also performing; if you’re in Bangalore or planning to, do not miss it. (Description*). My guess is, it’s going to be intense, tight scripted with merciless precision to details that must exclude kiddie viewership, though- it just might involve kiddie… Continue reading
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To all the women I’ve ever met
..the darling sweetheart angel warrior-dare devil- soul saver- doctor teachers of my life, to my fabulous sisters at war and love and peace, my sisters – in- love & law, my irreplaceable gorgeous daughters/ precious nieces & friends of my kids who are my babies too; my awesome aunts, neighbours, friends, fantastic fellow Artists, Writers,… Continue reading
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When Panic is an Epidemic.
For Go Dog Go Cafè Writers Masi Kuma rang our door bell, 20 minutes before the 2001 earthquake in the neighbouring State of Gujarat rocked our 5 storeyed apartment building in Mumbai, India. I lugged both our little ones down three flights of stair case, to the one wide-open window over first floor landing. It… Continue reading
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Table for …ten?
For FMF Writers. ‘Table”. Our table seems to expand with every new person. I don’t know how they did it back then, we now are more conservative a Society. (Conservative as in : conserving on personal space/ sharing). We buffet, we carry bag/ take home. We have little side-table, collapsible ones too, with flaps down… Continue reading
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Finding our Edge
“How many sides does a coin have?” I ask eight blind kids in their Creativity room. 7 of them are quiet. There is shyness, diffidence, anxiety in the room. One little girl twists her ribbon to knots. Then there’s Varun (name changed), always in trouble for speaking his mind, for being local ‘Complaint box‘ and… Continue reading
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Flavour of the month
GoDogGoCafè If you zoom in, you’ll see those Lotus low left in tiny pond at Cubbon Park here in Bangalore city. India. Warm warm day, 28 degrees already!– lunch and ice cream in the shade. Too much fun to take pictures, but we got a few. March always feels like sunshine warming herself up from… Continue reading
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Before I could exhale…
His eyes were closed- ofcourse, what’d I expect, Joh was born blind, though Doc Parin (name changed) was looking at him, as if with a search light right to the brain. Then he scrutinised us carefully in that quiet room with nice vase and air conditioning. Warm August, palm tree in his window, fine scent… Continue reading
