heart, treasure, gratitude, word, humanity,
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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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How did M.K Gandhi ever do what he did?
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mahatma_Gandhi How did one half-clothed man with a spindle do what he did? He walked into a Banquet sans suit and necktie, but with ‘loin cloth‘ representing all his brother- farmers back home in India. Oh he talked, wrote, fasted, got thrown out of here and there, was jailed, unjailed, hailed by kings and the… Continue reading
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Where I saw you
We were all there: Alice of Wonder, you, me, even a Cat… …us, behind a glass Wall, suddenly we were the audience, one body reaching to the Thing : we peered through darkness from parched fires in our eye, smoking ash of our soul. The Thing breathed Life.. nothing dared It’s route. What are you… Continue reading
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@ Sea with B.Harry
Thankyou Kate Motaung for triggering a revisit to my 7 year old self, in a place I loved and was terrified of: the Sea. Here I got something I’ll never let go of: how to ride a giant wave! Age 7 is a tricky sweet dangerous age to utterly trust a stranger, in a spot… Continue reading
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Global Bowl
Go Dog Go Cafè This photograph ‘Homeless woman‘, from Helen Cherry’s stunning Blog gazed at me all yesterday through Sunday dinner and warm sheets and bed; through our roof in pre-dawn mist and warm breakfast this morning. I can’t get her out of my hair. Her and the billions of Us, asking, asking, asking Questions… Continue reading
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Slaying Giants
“THE MORE YOU REACH OUT TO OTHER PEOPLE WITH NEEDS, THE SMALLER YOUR FEARS BECOME.” Dr. David Jeremiah in his ‘The Christian Walk Journal’. It’s a daily devotional; got it as a gift this year. (Not much else I treasure like a good Diary). From my Journal this morning; and it went in my spirit… Continue reading
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A Planet full of Pile
I saw this Photograph in DAVE’s brilliant Blog PHOBLOGRAPHY , and it drew me right in! Thank you so much for the inspiration your work always brings. How many footprints are we, how many miles, how many stories writ or half made, waiting, stalled, how many lanes are we, bylane – gullies, routes, detours: how… Continue reading
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‘Sought out, not forsaken’*
“Almost 20,000 women & children were victims of human trafficking in India 2016, a rise in 25% ….” pg145, ASHA-Journey of Hope* : Quote from new Release by Biblica Inc. & people who really care beyond the details of getting out a ‘Book’: these Pages have broken my heart and healed me in ways I… Continue reading
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Family Secrets
Thankyou Kate Motuang for mailing me this fantastic Five minute Friday link. Your word this time is Experience, I write 5 min flat, here goes: Family Secrets I admit of late, (with not much prior experience to saying such a thing), I now like the thing, I like cooking. Not a twinge in my bones… Continue reading
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The Outcaste’s Prayer
Here there is no one else, here there are no words, none but Yours- falling in my ears, like a Prayer : I have never heard You pray before, I have never heard You pray over me: Words that breathe life over my ash. This I could not have believed, that God would pray o’er… Continue reading
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Meet Lorraine
Before the sun sets today I need to repost from Lorraine’s Blog: Blindzanygirl Oh thrilled to have found a favourite happy place in my own world of shadows and valleys of doubt. Here I find not just beauty and reality but a peace that comes from knowing we are pilgrims in an earth that will… Continue reading
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No Place like Love
We meet Mangula* in a little town outside Bangalore….where exactly is she from? Half Kannada, Telugu, Tamil…she doesn’t know. How many people groups are we in this busy Peninsula India? At least 70, I hear . I get permission to tell her story, take her picture. Mangula is thrilled, unashamed, why should she be? She’s… Continue reading
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The Dangerous Love of God
His embrace will not just hold you, It holds all men and friend and foe, whoa, what’d I think His Comfort was… sweet cuddly Bear arm, warm with Paternity? His Comfort Zone is more than I dare dream… ach! It’s in the Slap of the storm, in the Sap of the thorn, Haha, I wasn’t… Continue reading
