Category: Mypoia
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On a new life and an old year
Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed~ Mary Oliver It was a morning of August. I was standing near the signal after my regular walk, waiting for the traffic light to change its color. She was there, wearing her smile under a blue mask, spreading warmth through her eyes, ” […]
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Living in a pandemic: Longing, the word, the feeling
“And now I understand something so frightening &wonderful- how the mind clings to the road it knows,rushing through crossroads, sticking like lint to the familiar.”― Mary Oliver Last week I heard it for the first time- my daughter reminiscing her recent pasts- “Remember when I used to go to school, you used to make smoothies?”
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My thoughts about Women’s Day
I grew up in India. That means I know a country that kills its girls before they are born. A country where parents of a girl child have to work hard to save money for dowry. A country where wings of women are chopped and dreams are shoved. A country where love happens only on […]
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Petrichor, once more
As I am writing here, rain has returned to the bay. Hills over my shoulder are sleeping, tucked in fog and cloud. This time every year my mind becomes overactive, and creatively wanders on muddy paths, jumps in puddles, rescues fallen leaves, wipes off raindrops on the blurry windows of nostalgia, whispers to the rose […]
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Temporary
When I was in my twenties, my life felt like someone’s unending wedding party that I had to attend- joyful but stretchy.
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At 6 o’clock in the morning
At 6 o’clock in the morning when loneliness stalks you, visit your garden, listen to the whisper of the branches. See how green the grass looks at the other side of your body. Watch the cloud worshiping the bright orange hue in the sky, see how everything in the nature is neatly arranged, so individualistic, […]
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So far
Through the windshield now a supermoon is staring at us, escaping a handful of gray clouds that are trying to blanket her in. Cozy, she never wants to feel.
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In the depth of August
“Socrates said, ‘The unexamined life is not worth living.’ But the examined one … is no bargain” – My most favorite take-away from Woody Allen’s latest ‘Café Society’ 1. In my building, the walls are so thick that you cannot hear your neighbors. I know couple of them by the things they display- their […]
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Fictions and Feelings
Writing fiction is the act of weaving a series of lies to arrive at a greater truth. ― Khaled Hosseini It was one lazy Sunday afternoon. My husband decided to do cooking and laundry to give me a break from those mundane weekend activities. Alone in a corner, I was reading the first story from Jhumpa […]
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