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I'm one of those people who love their name, rather are proud of it to the point where it might sound vane to some. But my Given name holds a great significance in my life - both for its meaning and its origin.
My paternal grandfather has been one of the bigger influencers of my life - through his creativity, his principles, and his intellect - and he's the one who's named all from my generation in our family. And I was the first one to get a unique name (or at least, a relatively lesser heard or known one). RATNALI - it's my identity, a single word that can convey my standing in the lives of people I know and those who know me! As for the meaning, the wo...
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A List of Things, Life has Gifted Me With -
1. Amazingly supportive parents
2. A crazy sister
3. An adventurous brother (my cousin and my confidante)
4. A whole bunch of quirky friends
5. Some beautiful years (albeit a short time by my standards) with my grandparents
And now the fun ones, developed over time -
6. A taste for experimental cuisine
7. Keeping a box full of chocolates (now a subconscious habit)
8. A can of varieties of roasted coffee beans
9. A room full of books (a world away from the world)
10. My writing and art supplies (the i...
It's been more than a week of unending work - hardly any sleep and random munchies for meals. "Don't know how long I can go on like this", I utter at last to my friend, breaking down in sheer exhaustion. It's the middle of the week and none of us have enough time for cranky conversation or consolation, and so we hang up in another couple of minutes. It's been ages since the Sun decided to show all its might - scorching heat and skyrocketing temperatures with no respite in the form of winds! What could possibly be worse than this!
But alas! The last couple days showed just what can be worse: enormous grey clouds playing hide-and-seek with the sun! So now with the heat is the humidity as well ...
I have a long list of things that make me happy and a longer one that don't. But since I'm pretty good at segmenting, my focus remains on all things bright and beautiful. So here are my top seven joys, in that order:
1. Dance: both Indian classical and modern Western
2. Reading: give me a crime thriller and watch my surroundings melt away
3. Chocolates: anything above 55% cocoa content is always welcome
4. Conversations: deep and meaningful ones with a little humour sprinkled across; preferably with my family though, and probably close friends
5. Coffee: a black, sugar free cuppa is all I need to get in the "zone"
6. Writing and Calligraphy: some times content and at others the fonts take my...
Can you tell me this?
Why is it that we strive for freedom from all shackles - mental, financial, psychological - and yet when that freedom is just around the corner, we feel more scared of it than we've ever feared anything else?
Is it just the trepidation aroused by the change that's to come, or is it that we were only in love with the idea of freedom and not freedom itself? For, to be truly free, wouldn't it mean to be rid of all attachments, expectations and dependence? To be able to live as we wish without being burdened by the constructs of society. And are we really ready to be in that state of existence?
We're supposedly social beings, with an inherent urge for association - with p...
That one true faith and love!
It is a balm on my burnt skin, a lavender candle at the end of the day, a soothing touch of velvet from a rose shrub, the warmth of cocoa and coffee, the strings and beats from a forlorn melody.
The light I need is right there - spread all around me - in every speck of things, a magic like no other! But when it gets difficult to see the magic in reality, I open the latch to my refuge: another world in this world, in my mind. A world that's always been a beacon of hope for me.
The magical world of Hogwarts!
My love. My life. My light.
'Tis that time of the day
When ugly monsters make their way.
Crawling out of their patchy graves
Clawing into so raw my brains.
All day long is a numbness persistent
Pushing back those demons insistent.
Come the night and the curtain falls
On barren lands and lonely halls.
The betrayal comes and slaps me hard
As naiveté sobs and sits there scarred.
Love and trust fly out the window
As iciness and hurt soak head to toe.
ये सन्नाटे भी एक कहानी कह जाते हैं
हमारे मन के शोर को चीखों में बदल जाते हैं।
तन्हाइयों को भी दोष दें हम कैसे
जब महफ़िलों में भी हम अकेले रह जाते हैं।।
The most misrepresented of emotions.
And yet, it's the most profound.
It has the power to make you so deeply spiritual.
Forever grateful and at peace in life.
Pure, unadulterated love.
One that flows between any two creations of nature.
That magnificent feeling of you being a part of everything.
And everything being a fragment of you.
That you have the entire cosmos in your mind.
Yet you're one speck of stardust from the universe.
I sit here in a crowded park.
Facing my usual dilemma:
Whether to read or start a conversation.
Yet again as I pull out my kindle,
I see a familiar face approaching.
I keep my bag aside and smile.
I don't know her as much,
So we exchange pleasantries.
And then the topic of work pops up.
I listen a lot and talk scarce.
Contemplating my typical aversion:
How much is too much to talk.
We keep stumbling across common things,
And the chatter effortlessly flows.
Until it's time to take leave.
As I walk back to my apartment,
I'm struck by this profound realisation.
We live full lives in all our regularities.
The beauty is not in chasing the elusive glory,
Rather in all joys and sorrows and inc...
A game of illusions.
Where do you belong?
You say it's your own.
But is it?
Are you free?
Your own person?
Unfettered from illusory views?
And stigmatized opinions?
What am I grateful for?
Yes, I made through another day
Without faltering on the way
But is it all that I ever wish may?
Yes, I smiled and laughed at all cues
Worked through all of day's hues
Swallowing away the myriad of rues.
So then, what was the accomplishment?
That this heart is still not frost
And not all hope is yet lost
This effort will not me exhaust!
In murky waters, I didn't drown
In judgemental tones, I didn't frown
My Empathy, I wore like a Crown.