I read about the author Ruskin Bond today in an airline magazine (very lovingly brought home by my partner for me to read and reprimanded by me for adding to clutter). Bond's life, beliefs, and pursuits resonate so completely with me they feel like mine. He has consistently followed his heart, and success/progress has followed... Continue Reading →
Sea of Possibilities
The sea looks like a modern-day slave,Raging and rumbling toward a finish line unknown.Soon, it’s a spent force,Dissolving into frothy nothingness. The sea feels like dense, liquid tolerance,Ships crawling ant-like on its person,Boats speeding noisily,People squealing, sloshing,Is raving tide a retaliation, Drowning flailing limbs? The sea feels like an old physician,Soothing us with healing zephyr,Uplifting... Continue Reading →
I’m a Good-for-these-things
Today, I saw a writing prompt that said, "Write about 5 things you are good at." It got me writing because I was surprised by the humdrum things I'm good at. And the said pursuits make me: 1. Terribly content 2. Enjoy moments and know I'm enjoying them. The latter is important because many of... Continue Reading →
Pa-insights!
Sharing some of my insights from my writing journey till now: 1. I do not seek validation from any online publication anymore. Earlier, I used to submit short stories, and the rejections, the feelings of inadequacy, and the constant quest for validation completely stunted my writing. But the good part?—they made me write, crushed me,... Continue Reading →
Joy-rich
Yesterday, as I was washing the dishes, a lovely stream of thoughts worth jotting down came to me in a steady, comforting flow. It was heartwarming how one thought smoothly flowed into another and another. But none of the thoughts affected me. I guess this is what they call the meditative state. If so, I... Continue Reading →
Epiphanies of the Day
The illness of a very loved one has made me realize we have no control over how we die. We can only control how we live—joyfully or fretfully. The richest man is the contented man. On most days, I feel happy watching my clothes dry or just stretching my legs. I mean, you could live... Continue Reading →
The Pantser Plotter Conundrum
Stream-of-consciousness writing feels so good. Writing without an agenda.Very effortless and organic. And sometimes, when you dip into that kind ofjoyfulness, you might even find a gem of an idea or story. ('Might' being theoperative word, mind you.) It takes a life all its own. I believe in youpantser Stephen King. To plot meticulously is... Continue Reading →
Why I am going to write…
Feels like I might slowly, very very slowly, be crawling back to writing? Not sure if it is a good thing at all for me. But it sure won't kill, will it? I have decided I am going to write like nobody is reading me. I am going to write like I care a hang.... Continue Reading →
Grieving in the Time of Pandemic
Funerals were always hard Their sorrow obliterated the sunniest of rays We lamented good Lester gone too soon We sent bittersweet thanks Jane is free of pain Funerals are now precious Yes, Tom, Mary, Robert no longer suffer Sure, they went to God But without a loving congregation bidding them farewell.
I Give Up
Patrick stood staring at the soft board. He had been doing so for the last four days with zero progress. Another hour and his deadline would end. Oh boy, he would never hear the end of it. He would be the joker of the month for several months. And everything he did well would be... Continue Reading →
Invictus 
