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Life is a subliminal bliss
There is a meaning to life. This is what the majority of us believe or want to believe. A conscious stream of thoughts where we want to perceive and reflect on the happening of events. Assuming that every event leads to a common destination. An endpoint of no return. However, is this what subliminal has in store for us? A journey of life, eternity of … Continue reading Life is a subliminal bliss
Search for what is yours
As I sit in the corner of this cafe, sipping my cup of tea, my thoughts waver to the vivid dream of yesterday. The fragments that I can still visualise, call it a blessings of a devil that I can remember, retain, and maneuver myself in the dreams. The colours come back in remembrance, and I am walking behind a figure. Yes, I remember who, … Continue reading Search for what is yours
The soul of Pushkar
As I walked into the train, the eyes of cultural folk met me by the seat. Each wearing a multicoloured turban and carrying a proudly rounded mustache on their face. Little did I realise the spiritual trip I was embarking upon. Pushkar (a city in India) has this magic. It has this enchantment where it can attract and absorb soulful people from across the globe. … Continue reading The soul of Pushkar
Sometimes things have to fall apart to make way for better things
Life has its way of serving experiences on a platter. Irrespective of our want, it can be sweet or sour, but it comes with its own set of servings (read learnings). These servings might include revelations or success, each introducing us to groundbreaking realities. Success for instance would give you wings, revelations meanwhile would clip off those wings and bring us back to the ground. … Continue reading Sometimes things have to fall apart to make way for better things
Build yourself up, again!
Is it not a perfect day to wake up? Gloomy, rainy, oblivious to the troubles of mankind. As you stare out of the window, in the street, people can be seen running off to take shelter, while a postman continues with his job unperturbed. Is it his requirement or his dedication that makes him continue with the work while the world seems to be lost … Continue reading Build yourself up, again!
Durga Puja, Autumn and Many Emotions
As “Xarodi raani tumar henu naam…” (I heard…you are the queen of Autumn- a Song by Bhupen Hazarika) plays through my earphone, my mind slowly drifts back to the days of Durga Puja spent in Nagaon, my hometown in Assam. The ‘Xewali‘ (night Jasmine) must be swaying in the breeze by now, the mystic ‘dhak‘ (musical instrument) beats, and the camphor emanated air engulfs us … Continue reading Durga Puja, Autumn and Many Emotions
The diary
There was truly something magical about this antique shop. I walked through the door and couldn’t believe my eyes. There was a book, a diary per se. A peculiarly beautiful diary with leather bound hardback consisting of creamy papers yellowed a little by age. A kind of book that must have existed for about twenty nine years at least, with a soul that survived decades … Continue reading The diary
The boring bug 