words . unclasp. emotions

It was one of the most beautiful quiet moments from a week where days unfolded like domino blocks. I spoke with elegance, mic in hand, draped in a cotton saree. Grey, checkered with white lines bordered with a shimmering bronze; matched by my long, statement bronze triangular earrings, topped with a tiny pop of pink- of the small bindi on my forehead. With every name I introduced and welcomed on stage, my mind processed all of this a little more, this new identity; this new feeling and - way of being looked at; as an educator. It rained outside through a few performances in between and I felt draped into this new identity, a role that needs my voice, presence and perspective in the most human form possible; just the way my heart seeks.  The rain felt like the backdrop of the audience seated on this terraced amphitheatre. It washed away remnants of an old identity that took more than it gave, one that always played tug of war with my mind and heart for half a decade. Back to my stud...

What does rhythm mean to you? Rhythm for me is that moment when the noises within become so chaotic that I start listing down sounds I hear around me. Morning sounds.  A prayer chant, a distinct flute and the sound of hope and belief Afternoon sounds.  A lazy cat, a quiet nap and the sound of sleep Sounds that the night carries. The moon flirting with the stars, pitch dark midnight and the sound of dreams. Just listing them down paves a trail towards silence within me. A calm blue getting stirred in a milky white with a dash of glitter, like a beautiful art piece on my mind A woman brooming her front yard, the sound of decluttering A vehicle on the street, the sound of traversing My drafting table creaking, the sound of object companionship gracefully ageing Doors opening, the sound of a new opportunity  Fly buzzing, the sound of doing nothing  Gates, neighbours and the summer sun speaking a sharp language  Children playing outside, the sound of childhood and jo...

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 ...