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On Stupidity.

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It's been a day where my body, mind and soul have woken up after quite a hibernation last week. I was oddly tired, fatigued and re-energizing in silence. Today seemed better, felt like the winter sun when I woke up- gently warming up to the day. I was home alone and had to make my own lunch. I was kind of stalling it as I was more interested in making a kit list of my journey ahead. And when I finally stepped into the kitchen to cook- I had an incident today that made me step back, pause, look at my stupidity, my absolute humanness and laugh at it. There was a simple curd rice recipe that my best friend had suggested and my sister aced- it was a curd rice variation. Stirred with a fry of onion, garlic, mango ginger, cucumber, salt and chilli powder - all mixed with curd and rice. Absolutely delicious. Easy, simple, I got to chopping. I added a bit of oil, mustard and sauteed green chillies, onion and garlic one by one. And now it was time to add a bit of chilli powder, when I picke...
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Alchemy of answers.

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I've been contemplating something since last evening. Can you surprise yourself by ~trying to navigate around something you always naturally did? Is it a phase or a personality outgrown? What do you do when you are tuned to inspired actions but never inspired like before to do your thing Is it your thing anymore, when you tell people I am a writer, are you; now? Or has your medium of telling stories shifted shapes? It is heart-breaking to hold onto a dream in a cloud of confusion. Is it a better choice to let it solve itself while you show up for other journeys. But what if showing up only when you feel inspired turns it into a shadow sneaking away. Where does your art come from? It comes from within. It emerges, it gets created. So you can truly never lose it. It's just taking its own rhythm and I think being present to it is the best gift. Like right now. Something made you feel like beginning this piece the way you did and it found its way to someone who needed it. Especiall...
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Joy that glows.

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It's about two hours to my 24th birthday, every year, as 13th August evening tucks itself into a midnight decked with wishes, I do a year rewind where I reflect on the blessings, lessons, best moments, the strength that peaked and the light that peeked out during the valleys. This year unfolded with absolute magic. The yearly reflection unpacked itself into a reflection of my entire life’s journey so far. The universe spontaneously pulled me back to school, with two of my school best friends and I had the most favourite walk of my life. To a place I've loved so deeply for 18 years. A Tuesday.  A rainy day in Bangalore and three friends walk into a cafe in winter clothes. Mostly sweatshirts or cute sweaters that hug your body and keep you warm with the incessant switching between downpour and drizzles outside. It was a sage green cafe with a kind owner who not just tolerated but quietly encouraged our loud conversations and laughter. As we sat at a Mexican cafe having the most a...
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