Black Dussehra

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It was supposed to be a business-as-usual Wednesday for me. 21st October 2015.
But since I read the newspaper that day, to the moment i am writing this, two days after, my mind has been preoccupied with only one thing.

Two innocent kids burnt alive.

It is not the kind of thing you want to read in news. The last thing you want to read even if it were fiction. But this is real life.

Next day. 22nd October 2015. The auspicious day of Dussehra.
The mother, who suffered 30% burns and is critical, has been informed that her 3-year-old son and 9 month old girl have been charred to death.

That’s right. Her children were charred. (Read the Indian Express news here.)

How is anyone supposed to celebrate a festival after reading something like that?

I couldn’t. I have been restless ever since and there are so many…

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Black Dussehra

Back on my first blog. Earthymind. Do visit.

Earthymind

It was supposed to be a business-as-usual Wednesday for me. 21st October 2015.
But since I read the newspaper that day, to the moment i am writing this, two days after, my mind has been preoccupied with only one thing.

Two innocent kids burnt alive.

It is not the kind of thing you want to read in news. The last thing you want to read even if it were fiction. But this is real life.

Next day. 22nd October 2015. The auspicious day of Dussehra.
The mother, who suffered 30% burns and is critical, has been informed that her 3-year-old son and 9 month old girl have been charred to death.

That’s right. Her children were charred. (Read the Indian Express news here.)

How is anyone supposed to celebrate a festival after reading something like that?

I couldn’t. I have been restless ever since and there are so many…

View original post 277 more words

Back to the snow.

She knew she was facing her first love, as she stood a valley across from the snow clad mountains. A river swiftly flowed between rounded white boulders, a few meters below her feet, as she stood on the edge of the mountain.
The scene in front of her eyes transported her eight years back. When she was in a similar place, in much simpler times.
She couldn’t help but reminisce about her life back then:
She was a happy soul.
She hadn’t yet realised the permanence of dysfunction in her family.
She did not worry about a thing, but cared about everything.
She was not in love with anyone particular, but did love everyone in her life.
She was surrounded by her closest friends, who cared.
All her loved ones loved her back. And shared their lives with her.
She had a plan for her near future.
She had no idea how fucked up relationships could be.
She was unaware of what life had in store of her…
To break her train of thoughts, she consciously moved her gaze away from the snowy peaks and turned right. And there he was standing patiently for her to finish her coffee. Small beady eyes resonating innocence , he smiled as he noticed her shift in gaze, running down his hand through his silky smooth hair. It had been a long long time since she met someone so sensitive and considerate of others. He reminded her of her past self. Spending time with him encouraged her to be that person again. Or even better. He was a better person than she had ever managed to be.
Maybe the magic was in the place. How could anyone not be the best version of themselves in this utopia?
‘Sorry’, she said out loud to him. ‘I was a little too mesmerized by the sight.’
‘Take all the time you need.’, he replied courteously.
She beamed as he had said the exact same thing for her every earlier stop as well.
‘ No. I’m done. Take me directly to the snow now.’ She said.
‘ Take me back to that heavenly snow.’

Sikkim, India
Sikkim, India

M I S S I N G

—————————-M   I   S   S   I   N   G—————————

READER – IN – ME


The reader in me, where have you been lately?

I know you must have felt lonely,

Because I have been busy,

With some shitty stuff, sometimes important work.

But that’s no reason to run away,

You should have kept a little faith.

Come back soon,

I    M I S S    Y O U !

I promise I will pretend like you never ran away,

And treat you like the good old days.

Everything will be just the same.

A pile of books and rich hot coffee awaits you by your favorite window!

Be found, Reader – In – Me!


P.S.

If anyone reading this has any tip,any recommendations for luring the Reader-In-Me back, please get in touch or leave a comment. Any help will be appreciated!

a hope to remain the way i was born…