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193 pages, Paperback
Published September 1, 2020
Sometimes,
I don’t want a calm and composed heart
For that is too predictable.
Sometimes,
All I want is turbulence.
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To pull up my worth, even more higher
I have to be taller, than the tallest tree
And so I hunt for a vine to latch on
Or a ladder of souls, a little greyer than me
I know now my need for the crowd
Some for reassuring, I am okay in this birth
Others I need for my ego to build upon
Oh, all this drama, just for claiming my worth.
It requires a consistent and deliberate effort to open up our mental palette and dilute the blacks and stain the whites. It requires patience and courage to look at life in its myriad other hues.
In that sense, we all need to be artists.

My thoughts were so loud
that I was afraid
everyone could hear them.
So I told them to whisper.
But now, even I can’t hear them.
Feminism is to go after our truly cherished dreams without falling prey to any ideologies of feminism, sexism, racism, classism, or any other -isms. It is standing up for oneself against the bullies of society, be it a man or another woman.
Love can never be a game of ownership.
And then it dawns upon us, with clarity
That there’s no evil outside, with wings
It is just us, the human puppets
We are the ones, pulling each other’s strings.
We need to feel complete just on our own, just by ourselves, to offer companionship to others. Else, we will end up being a needy soul clinging onto others, expecting them to complete us.
And that is a fantasy doomed to shatter, for how can one empty soul complete another.
Let’s snowball our efforts and create an avalanche.
But before we begin, we must first decide what we want to ride on top of the avalanche and what are we prepared to bury underneath it. Because there will be casualties.
Everything comes at a price.
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Getting lost in the world of words
I let my heart to freely roam
Often then, through a different path
In so losing, I find my home.



Dear fellow travellers,
As Maya Angelou said,
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
Indeed. So beautifully and simply captured and yet so difficult to pursue. We are so pre-occupied by the monotony of our daily existence, that often the moments that take our breath away are perhaps the ones where we are actually holding our breath owing to some anxiety. Where then, is the time to pause and smell the proverbial roses?
As we live our lives in this rigmarole, the constant jolt of our thoughts and emotions to our senses leaves us even more overwhelmed. So much so that the only easy way out is to shove these thoughts and emotions under the carpet of our minds and to deal with them later or perhaps never.
One of our biggest disservice we do to ourselves, is to continue cradling denial.
(…)
Sometimes being unreasonable is the only reasonable alternative left, to fight for something that’s worth fighting for.
(…)
The only thing that matters is how heartily we are living the only life that we have. Rest is nothing but filling gaps.
The thoughest battles are the ones that are fought in the labyrinth of our minds.



