Ever met yourself in the people you meet?
Like that old friend who reminds you of those careless days of free laughter and dance routines?
Like the woman that lived in the flat below when you were 10 who reminds you of the innocent days of pretend play and evening snacks?
Like that old friend of your father, who reminds you of the blissful days of candy and rides on the Bajaj scooter?
Like that ex-colleague who reminds you of the learning days of playful banter and gossip over drinks?
Like that old college mate who reminds you of wild parties and late night movie sessions?
Like that…
In You
It dwells
In Me
It swells
For You
It’s real
For Me
It’s surreal
To You
It takes
To Me
It fakes
By You
It stands
By Me
It lands
On You
It hinges
On Me
It binges
At You
It glances
At Me
It prances
With You
It sticks
With Me
It tricks
This Love
This Love of Ours
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Written by Nigerian writer Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
A painfully dark story that lingers, not in the background, but right in your face even after you decide to close the pages and go back to life.
But that’s exactly what a well-written book does to its reader, does it not?
Even when you want to break away from the narrative to take a break, breathe and gather yourself for the next chapter, you just cannot. At least I couldn’t.
I believe that is also the reason why I finished the book in a couple of days as I didn’t want to feel the churning in the pit of…
When you’ve drowned once
You know well when you’re about to, again
The anticipation can be suffocating
However hard you may try to abstain
A day turns into a week
A week into two
But then you look in the mirror
And face the new You
Staring, confronting, comforting
The Self wants to take over
If only you would let it
You shall not go deeper or lower
What leads to this path
Find out what’s the trigger
Love yourself more that week
Don’t let the fears be any bigger
The mind will play all tricks
To make you dive more intensely
But when You take over this game
The same mind will reward you, immensely
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Innocence, purity, warmth and love
You stand for all these and more
Fearless, undaunted, always determined
Let these be your absolute core
May compassion and kindness be your guide
But even at your lowest low
Never feel the need to please everyone
And never find it hard to say No
Be it that uncle who wants to hug you
Or that man who ask you to sit on his lap
Be bold and shout out the nay loud
Your inner strength is what you must tap
May valiance and courage be your virtues
Not beauty or capacity to endure
You fight with everyone, including me,
In order to make your future secure
Make your own plans and stick to them
Never let a man tell you he’ll take good care,
Of you, your desires and your dreams
Be cautious, when you decide to let that soul bare
The 13th-century Japanese monk Nichiren Daishonin said, “First of all, learn about death and then about other things.”
According to him, to build a truly happy life, one must face the inescapable question of death.
As someone practicing Nichiren Buddhism, I believe in the Mystic Law of Cause and Effect. I also believe in signs that the universe sends us, almost every moment of our life.
(This belief doesn’t have much to do with the book titled The Secret)
So I don’t think it’s a coincidence that after I studied about the interconnectedness of life and death as part of my Buddhist study group last weekend, I was asked by a dear friend to share my take on…
Netflix’s latest docu-drama has put a lot of us in a dilemma, with technology and social media being called the modern-day Frankenstein’s monsters (though not for the first time!) by those who created their dangerous and dark features in the first place.
Woah!
Scary!
Depressing!
These are just three of the most common reactions I could gather for Netflix’s latest docu-drama, The Social Dilemma, released on September 9, 2020.
We already know how creepy social media can be, especially platforms like Facebook, Twitter and even Gmail, but to watch it for real how we are manipulated every single time we go online, is something that nobody seems to have been prepared for.
Not even my husband, who, up until now, believed that he wasn’t a “product” for social media as he stayed away from it as much as possible.
Unlike his wife…
(Clockwise from top left) Virginia Woolf, Sylvia Plath, Mary Wollstonecraft, Betty Friedan and Simone de Beauvoir,. Source: Wikipedia
The word “feminism” has taken on different meanings for different people for many years now. The movement continues to baffle, empower, engage, and enrage women and men across the world equally.
Its history and the journey feminism took in the hands of powerful women writers is what this particular write-up is about.
In order to find out whether one identifies themselves as a feminist or not, it is important to first know its origin and how it has shaped the lives of…
I had never seen him. Just had a word with him once when he wanted me to visit him.
But I didn’t go. I had something more important to do. Also, I found it weird. Weird that a person, who personified loneliness, was calling me in the middle of the night. He had mentioned that he had heard about me and wanted to know me better.
But I did not understand his request. All I heard was his weirdness.
The first time we met, he was about to turn into ashes. We couldn’t talk. Rather, he couldn’t respond in the…
Masked in water
Pic credit: Anushka Bhartiya
Drowning in sorrow
Despair and uncertainty
Assam calls out to those
Alien to the nitty gritty
Masked in water
Life gets tougher
For the one who’s flooded
With grief, getting gruffer
They don’t get it
The ones in high rise buildings
Activists and scholars
What water can bring
The urbane
The ones in the urban jungles too
Blind to the plight of those
Residing in Bamboo
Can’t see, can’t hear
What tragedy water creates
Year after year
This one’s particularly hard
As it stands behind the masked
Virus they call it
Homes and…
Anushka Bhartiya
Writer. Buddhist. Feminist. Looking for freelance projects.
