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Journey of a thousand years in five.

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9:11. I happened to be seeing that number repeatedly since this year began. I first freaked out because it reminded me of the 9/11 disaster, and then upon googling, I found out that it is an angel number. One that signifies greater shifts and leaps in life. It must be true. Because the greater shift has arrived.  And my graduation too, happened on 9/11. College has ended and floodgates to magic have opened up. You know this is a very surreal moment for me, one that is flowing out into all corners of my heart without giving me a line to begin with. I was in the spree of posting all stories, celebrating the architects who graduated with me and finally, in the end, I presented Ar.Vajjrashri Anand in a beautiful picture that my best friend photographed. Wine coloured saree. Oxidized jewellery. Elephant shaped earrings because it is my spirit animal. The divine feminine ring. A choker. And a goddamn nose ring. I looked like a mix of a purple Barbie and a freaking Indian Goddess. I kept re-w
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On seeing and being seen.

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Hello. I attended a Photography Workshop for the first time ever, and it was such an ethereal experience. By now you know that words speak to me very closely, and when I saw the poster ; I knew I had to be there. The workshop was called ~On seeing and being seen. Something so intangible and close to the kind of writing I do, so close to WHY I do the kind of writing I do. To tell a story and make people feel seen and hence loved. So, I signed up. On the day of the workshop, I had to get to the Art studio called the Sandbox collective. A building numbered 345, so home-like and quaint that Google didn't have it registered on Google maps. They'd sent an email with a landmark with a peculiar spelling of a common Indian name , reflecting the confidence and freedom with which Indians claim to spell names to their whims and fancies xD I typed on the Uber search box, it chose the location and that auto ride began. I was wearing a white crop top with olive green palazzo and a long
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On being a Storyteller.

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Hello. I haven't written in a while. And that shadow of a monster- of the writer's block was growing in size with each passing day.  Magical, larger than life moments would happen, but somehow they'd all seem beyond words. As if I couldn't contain it in sentences. A whole month passed like that. It bothered me. It bothered me a lot, I'm not someone who bottles up emotions, especially joy and suddenly there was an ocean of layered experiences , all rooted in happiness getting latched behind a door that was so stubborn. It didn't allow them to even peek into a journal. Or the notes on my phone. Not even close. It all remained, silenced and selfishly secluded - against my will. And then, last night, I decided I had to break this loop. Shatter this dry spell. I made a decision mentally. I manifested words. To just relentlessly write the next day. I just had to write no matter what or how much resistance my body felt and just like that, life gifted me with one of the
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