Life as it comes..

There's this beautiful song called "To build a home" by The Cinematic Orchestra. Each time I hear it, there's some strange melancholy that it induces in me. I sometimes tear up while listening to it and sometimes my heart's beats match the beats of the song. My love for this song might also come from the fact that it's used in a couple of my favourite movies and shows and played at some pivotal scenes that had an impact on me. to build a home - audio link "And I built a home for you, for me,  until it disappeared  from me, from you Now it's time to leave and turn to dust" What does it mean to build a home for someone? What will it be made of? Stone, wooden floors, love, care...? Where will it reside? In the world that you can see through your eyes or in a world you see only within? What will be the colour of its walls? A clean coat of plain white or textured strokes of passionate hues? Will it have windows or just walls? Will it have a welcome ma

It always comes as a pang The happy memories Carefully filtered from the sad ones Just enough to leave you gasping   No matter how careful you are in hiding it Or how deep you think you’ve pushed it   It resurfaces, It has to. Your body covered in sweat   Cannot distinguish what is from what was And while the dripping sweat reduces your skin temperature It cannot touch the burning heat within Closing the eyes   only makes you see clearer into the past Opening it   makes you feel like you’ve lost your sense of direction How can your own mind play games on you? Such a deceit   Making you believe you had it all Making you believe you’ve lost it all Making you believe you can still have it all How did people communicate when there was no internet? No phones.   No pigeons. And no legs to walk or mouth to speak? Tell me how for I need it now Tell me how for I need to reach somewhere Tell me how for I need to race with time Tell me how, if you agree with my poem, sublime..  

The pandemic got me trying out many new things. Some, because I had more time on my hands, some, because it was long pending, some, to manage the growing stress within me, some, because it just was pure joy and some, a result of all the above. One such habit was buying flowers for myself and setting up my vase. The way this habit formed is rather interesting. At one point in the pandemic, due to multiple lockdowns and restrictions around, I had stopped moving my limbs enough and the impact of it on my health was huge and so, when restrictions were eased out, I started taking any opportunity I had to just walk around. I realised that the few minutes I walked also helped my mind stay away from negative thoughts which had piled up as a result of a stagnant life and environment. On one such walks of mine, even after walking for a few rounds, the mind hadn't fully settled. I tried to take a different and longer route to just see if throwing many more objects and senses to register would

Disclaimer: This is not a paid advertisement or propaganda. I wouldn’t dare do that about something personal to me. A whiff of Warm Vanilla Sugar, just as the name suggests brings warm memories to me which are mostly sweet like sugar and vanilla like I.e. subtle, not over powering, sweet but not too much and one can hardly dislike it. It not only brings warm memories but also somehow makes me feel the warmth of a caregiver. By now, you have already guessed what I am talking about. Yes, Warm Vanilla Sugar is a perfume by Bath and Body Works, one that I have been using from years now. I might be one of those few women who has purchased her perfume like she would purchase her veggies or mobile plan! There’s anyway not too much thought required in buying the same old, good old. I was first introduced to this scent by my childhood friend who got me a warm vanilla sugar gift hamper as a souvenir from her first trip to USA. This was the time when India had no Bath and Body works stores. I rem

All of our lives are consciously or unconsciously in preparation for that one moment where we can finally feel proud for making it count. Ernest Hemingway’s “The old man and the sea”, which won him the Pulitzer prize is a narration of one such glorious moment of an ordinary old fisherman - Santiago. It is the story of how Santiago who is struck by ‘salao’ (bad luck) and hasn’t had a single catch in almost 3 months decides to endure any challenge that might come in the hope to reverse his unproductive streak. The decision sees him stuck deep in the sea for three long days having baited a huge Marlin but unable to pull it up and holding onto the fish line with every ounce of strength his body can produce.  As the struggle between the old man and the giant marvellous Marlin progresses, what we witness are the beautiful, intricate layers of a not-so-ordinary man and the sheer strength and grace of the mighty nature. I feel this is something we all can personally relate to - going through b

 It's Friday night and I had a horrible, long and tiring day at office.F inally, at 8.30pm after almost 12 straight hours of being at office and working for the day, when I got up, my slogging ass thanked me for releasing it off the pressure for a few minutes :D I expected the traffic to be better but who was I kidding? Bangalore Traffic! on a Friday night! Better?? *add a loud monstrous sarcastic evil laughter* MY FOOT!!! Riding back, thanks to the dark streets minus streetlights, as*****s who drive with high beam within city limits and potholes which are the size of a manhole, I had numerous moments where I thought today was the last day of my life on this wretched planet but guess the universe isn't done with me yet! Finally, after what seemed an hour of riding to cover a distance well within 10kms, I almost reached home if not for spotting a newly opened cafe. And suddenly, there was this beautiful thought inside my head to go on a date with myself!! I know right! That '