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I Hear You…

DAY 36

What if you strive..happily..

Try it..why not..

You may never know…what you’ll find if you don’t..

Why be a prisoner of your values this instant…there is a calling to transcend your limitations…

I hear you…



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Quotes Of The Day

DAY 35

Mother Teresa’s Quotes

Be happy in the moment, that’s enough. Each moment is all we need, not more.

Kind words are short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless.

I alone cannot change the world, but I can cast a stone across the waters to create many ripples.

The good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway.

Be faithful in small things because it is in them that your strength lies.

Never worry about numbers. Help one person at a time and always start with the person nearest you.

If you judge people, you have no time to love them.


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The Beast

DAY 34

That night…

She stumbled again.

It all flashed back.

In ways she never saw coming…

The dormant desires were resurrected…

It was trying to come out.

Despite her conscious refusal for so…

It cried and shouted: “Let me out”, several times.

Her nails scraped the bed sheets out of anger.

She turned and punched the left side of the bed, half-asleep.

Tears streamed down restlessly.

Anger prevailed.

The anger she took absolute responsibility for. No blames and no complains.

What was the source of the anger? She knew and she found it hard to look within again.

She was tired of everything, she was tired of herself.

For no reason at all…was her sensible reason.

She wanted to be with herself but away from everything, breathing the joyful and blissful life..

Her coughs were tiring to her. It was clear she was ill.

Her real illness was her mind.

The constant chatter of unnecessary junks was a slow death to her gray matter.

The wait was a slow lethal poison to her once happy-loving, mischievous spirits.

The wait was nothing but an illusion in the present.

There was an awakening that night.

The beast in the beauty had been awaken.

Do you feel it, dear reader?

Her struggles began again..

The struggle from her own beast.

This tore her apart.

She became impulsively aggressive.

The hardest part was..she was conscious of it all.

Still its visitation was allowed, with pain, numbness and tiredness.

She was trying to listen to it, to herself.

She was freeing it.

She was trying to free her from it.

She would constantly say in her mind: “I release you.”

The beast half-possessed her state of mind.

How was she going to come out of it…was a genuine concern to her.

The drama causing the turmoil did not exist, then where was it all coming…?

Was there something that had been suppressed unconsciously since long; and its realization began that night?

The anger was suppressed, she was thinking to herself.

The beast was not scaring her.

A decision she took long back, create the mist of fear.

She chose to feed her good wolf.

Amidst all this, the bad wolf got neglected, she thought.

Its anger got suppressed because of the good.

She took the right decision to feed the good wolf within her, allowing its reflection and choosing consciously to not let the bad conquer her, however she did not listen to the suppressed anger of the bad wolf who missed all her attention, care and love.

It came back out of nowhere from its sleep to haunt her once again.

Perhaps, it came back as a reminder, now being the crucial time to look at it and into it, acknowledge it and say, it’s alright. Putting oneself together, and say, I am there to take care of you,…you, the beast, as well.

Taking care of it, will not reinforce its manifestation, but decrease it, and with time, dissolve it.

Our pace of realization and rising above our very own beast can take time.
For many of us, this occurs in a process, and this process may be as random and spontaneous as life is. Be it late or not, I believe, the realization nevertheless happens as long as we are breathing. It becomes very tempting to live our blooming that in the process, we lose consciousness of what’s shouting for our help.

What we are attracted to, is perhaps a reflection of our state within, which we may be conscious of or unconscious of it until we take the courage and question ourselves…. whether we are in line with our heart’s truth…. and no one else can do this for us but ourselves. No matter what, the unconditional comprehension and support of loved ones helps sowing seeds of strength and courage within us in bad times…. To once again face our beast, may be the solution to the suppressed turmoil…

Recognizing our stardusts within, and shines again and again and again, is the dream of each and every! Did she realize that despite the adversities, she can learn to be a lovely life on her own, and the beast will dissolve and need not be her toxic companion anymore, with just her caring? It can remain a friend though, even the beast needs someone to confide in at times!

The beast can become a friend, a friend helping us enlightened ourselves, and helping with its own enlightenment… for it to dissolve.

And then…

As the dawn broke,

She realized, come what may,…..

Blooming like a flower would be her best friend forever and the best friend of the beast of oneself, perhaps!


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Waves Of Wonder

DAY 32

I wonder,

I really wonder,

About this grounded experience which pushes one to aim for the sky in ways which can be contaminating, influential, corrupting, confusing, restricting, and perhaps destroying as well,….

Making one loses her or his way, if no conscious choice is made about what the experience is for oneself and how on earth to make or live it as an insightful experience instead of one destructive or toxic in nature….

It has its practical right reasons of existence.

It drives its continuous evolution or rather accumulation.

It is revered, for some.

It is cursed by many as well,…especially on the verge of examination….

It opens the way for success to run behind.

It may as well bleach one’s life experiences.

It is really not an issue for some, but a joy…

It is the whole issue for another.

One learns carving the path.

One may also end up losing the way.

A path of excellence may be the choice.

Or a path of ‘excel failures’ may be the one…

Learning happens from excellence.

Learning also happens from the fabulous failures.

Tears of joy stream or tears of suffocation erupt..,

It allows one to find his or her niche.

It may dig the grave of one’s freedom of spirits.

It is for millions and billions…,

The opportunity for each and every, and yet an opportunity still non-existent for many.

Taken for granted by some, a fight of its right for others.

Differing in the experience of every individual.

There are those who accept and excel, those who accept and struggle, those who accept to drench within and yet challenges it, and those who just prefer a distance from it and create their own way…,

It creates a sense of competitiveness and benefits the allocation of professional roles.

The competition also happens within, with one constantly pushing the boundaries.

A sense of cooperation, encouraged, allowing the manifestation of a ‘biryani’ with so many diverse hands in its making.

It may give rise to conflicting collisions or reconciling encounters.

One may feel a growth of wings, another may feel tied or wings-cut, and others need not the wings to fly anyway.

Perhaps, it all again comes down to a matter of choice to make…

Making one a die-hard skeptic or simply one becomes numb out of habit instead of voicing out the unfairness..

No reaction is also the reaction…

Why one say…going to hell will make one suffer?

I wonder if the person visited there…

How does one know, when the truth seems we do not fully know…,

Where is the hell anyway?

Is it my environment or is it the state of the Self?

What the external situations end up becoming,….does it reflect the state within?

There are factors, out of one’s control which are funnily fascinating in ways that it connects unconsciously with oneself.

I still wonder what is the problem with hell anyway?

Known to your truth, you stand at the stage of insight even if in hell…it does not matter,….I still wonder….

What a space to be at…..a space of a clear entanglement and an untangled clarity….

The confusion is cleared and the clarity, confused…..



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Spidey Greetings

DAY 31

As I wash my nose

By the lavabo

The spider pops up;

What a perfect timing to greet me

With Nani’s scold to hurry

Playing in the background;

As if the spider’s there to spy

My little acts

Of cleanliness

On Nani’s command;

Putting me

In automated hurry mode by the lavabo;

For my spidey sense starts to prickle

As the spider makes its way closer and closer.......


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Happy Birthday Babumochai…!

DAY 30

Happy Birthday to Dada

I, remembering

This is how you call him

This is how I remember him as well

I loved the idea

An idea it was then

The idea was

Now, I would have a Dada too

There would be someone

I would call Dada too

Someone who would not only get angry at my madness


Letting me be the Lado of the abode, perhaps

Just like fathers are

To their pampered daughters

With an open heart

And with understanding

The idea today, remains as sweet as it was then

Just,… it has remained the idea

An idea which now seems far from reality

He he heyyyyyy kkkir…. (Shah Rukh style)

No complaints at all

My wish remains

A joyful day

Joyful times ahead

Happy, lovely rebirth dear Babumochai!

To A Paa



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DAY 29

The raining ashes

On my trail

Dusking zeal

The heart, on fire, again and again

Is it a message being conveyed?

It’s been too long

I wait, I wait

Perhaps, holding onto your absence

Not peaceful a choice

Growth at least happens

Making me stronger than I was yesterday

Struggling with forgiveness and acceptance within each instant

The soothing evening consoles me

At first glimpse

I see a faint light in the sky


A planet perhaps

Perhaps, Venus watching over me

The clouds slowly engulf me

Driving me to the threshold of no return

Instantly, a realization rings within

The boundlessness of the clouds

That is its nature

I am meant to continue my swim through it

In conflict, I ask

Where did the light go?

Leaving me in darkness

Without my wish

The heart calls for you

Do you hear me?

The heart seeks

Only to realize

What I seek

Rests inward

Suddenly, the darkness calls upon me to light from within

It nights, it nights, a daily event it is

You are right

An every day reminder as well, I observe

I have been missing it all this time

Reminding me

To light within

Whenever darkness streams in

What a fool I am

What a fool you are

Due to our lack of communication and connection

Your formless divinity speaks of the truth

I was too blind to realize

I surrender to this Universe

I wish you recognize me

You will come search for me one day

I am sure




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Papaya Boat

DAY 28

As I slide the spoon and slice its fleshy, juicy parts

I think of nothing but tasting it

Musical ears

A mouthful feast

Disco dancing as the papaya’s bolus gets swallowed

Into the Dungeon of the Esophagus

Suddenly, the wind swishes

Reminding me of the dance

Around me

The bougainvillea bows

I bow as well before nature’s musical spirits

As I finish eating

The papaya boat gets ready

 It is time to sail again…