what you create is creating you
I just had a lovely weekend in the hills, so it’s only natural that I write about it which I did. The wonderful array of shades in which the sunshine interacted with the hills made me feel as if the sunshine finds her favored home in the hills and only visits us elsewhere out of obligation 🙂
Amidst the roars of silence
my heart perches
the nest of sunshine.
There is one term for the past week and it is all that. No literally, it is ‘all that’. I did some fresh writing and some progress on a couple other goals alongside Prochnost. Continue reading “Project Prochnost: Week 7”
This poem is the byproduct of anger against the burning of over 30 schools in the Kashmir valley amidst civil unrest. It is disturbing to see how low humanity can stoop and what horrors it can bring forth.
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As a girl child growing up in India, I have had an insider’s experience of the conflicting double standards enveloping the gender-based bias in my country.
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There are probably a hundred different things that I did this week but Russian practice wasn’t one of them. I was attending a friend’s wedding and was back home only by the middle of the week, something that resulted in taking care of a lot of other things but that’s not my excuse. I am just sorry to have neglected my studies. Continue reading “Project Prochnost: Week 6”
All the good stories are out there waiting to be told in a fresh, wild way.
I didn’t say that; it was Ray Bradbury, but I could not have agreed more.
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As much as I planned to pursue grammar this week, I couldn’t study it much due to my pending vocabulary practice. I am attending a friend’s wedding this weekend, so more of Duolingo next week and less of writing is in order. However, I have found an app for Basic Russian vocabulary, so that sounds pretty convenient on the go. Continue reading “Project Prochnost: Week 5”
She began to crawl and she began to cruise
and she learned to utter ‘yes’ and ‘no’,
But no one remembers just when that baby girl
actually began to tiptoe.
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“When it came to art, I only cared about content: what a work meant… I had come to believe that art must be disturbing, art must ask questions, art must predict the future. If art is just political, it becomes like newspaper. It can be used once, and the next day it’s yesterday’s news. Only layers of meaning can give long life to art — that way, society takes what it needs from the work over time.” Continue reading “Walk Through Walls: A Memoir”
कलम is the Hindi word for a pen. This poem is about my state of mind as I constantly look around for stories and yet when I write something, I don’t know how it came about. It’s almost as if the pen and paper had a mind of their own 🙂 Continue reading “कलम”
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