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P — Plans
“The Great Indian Planning System” We love planning and lot of it. shopping ka plan, coffee ka plan, weekend drinks ka plan, dinner ka plan etc etc. Pura confidence ke sath we make, colour code it and sometimes believe it will fall in place Reality, of course, has other plans. Life, sacchai aur timing !!!!…
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T -Teething
We think teething is something we outgrow. A phase of early years—tiny teeth, restless nights, discomfort that passes with time. But life has a way of proving otherwise. Because growth…at any stage,has its own kind of teething. Not visible. Not always understood. But deeply felt. There are phases when something new is trying to emerge…
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N-Numbness and Noise
Why are you so quiet? Today you have been lost!! How come you have a headache; you hardly talk now a days!!! Sometime back used to get questions from people around me. Couldn’t answer as didn’t have one. Inside though I was living in a market place….sounds familiar????? “There is no such thing as a…
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M — Ma Or Maa
“The Shape of Space” There is a word in Japanese—Ma. It does not translate easily. It is often described as “space,” But not emptiness. It is the pause between two notes, the silence that allows sound to exist, the distance that gives form to what is present. Without it, everything collapses into noise. There is…
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“Not a Postcard”, Ladakh
Ladakh is often introduced as a destination— a place to tick off, photograph, and move on from. I had the same feelings when i decided to go. Plan was to go solo but decided to join a group…. The bikers and all!!!!! That is precisely why it risks being misunderstood. To call it a tourist…
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Life… a little like Kabaddi
Some days, life feels like a race. But on other days… it feels like kabaddi. Not about speed, but about breath. सिर्फ़ भागने का खेल नहीं, बल्कि ठहरकर, संभलकर… सही वक्त पर लौट आने का खेल। The Game Begins There is always a line. A boundary. एक सीमा— जिसे पार करते ही आप सिर्फ़ देख…
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J-Joy of Juggling
Some days feel like a constant juggle. A thought in one hand,a responsibility in the other,and something always waiting to be caught before it falls. There’s a rhythm to it. Not perfect. Not planned. But somehow… it works. I move from one thing to another—sometimes smoothly,sometimes barely keeping up. A conversation here. A task there.…
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I Can’t Explain Why!!!
“I’ll come tomorrow.” I say it so easily. Almost like I believe it. The class timings are saved.The bag is ready.The intention is there. I want to go !!!!!! I want to sit there, listen, learn something new, feel like a part of something that is just… mine. To become what I haven’t yet. And…
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H — हदें और हसरतें
Intro कुछ अक्षर आसान होते हैं—उन पर लिखते हुए शब्द खुद आ जाते हैं। और कुछ…थोड़ा ठहरकर लिखने पड़ते हैं। “H” उन्हीं में से एक लगा। शायद इसलिए क्योंकि हदें और हसरतें— दोनों साथ रहते हुए भी अक्सर एक-दूसरे से अनकही लड़ाई में होते हैं। ये कविता उसी बीच की जगह से निकली है—जहाँ कुछ…
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Gori, Teri Aankhen…
Intro कुछ आँखें थकी हुई नहीं लगतीं…बस गहरी लगती हैं। जैसे उन्होंने रात सिर्फ बिताई नहीं,थोड़ी -सी जी भी लिया हो। कभी-कभी एक पुराना गीत याद आ जाता है— “गोरी, तेरी आँखें… कहे की रात भर सोई नहीं…..” और ये सवाल हल्का-सा मुस्कुरा कर नहीं, धीरे से ठहर कर सुनाई देता है। शायद इसलिए…क्योंकि हर…