Remembering moments, what I wished for then!

 

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As I sat to write in my journal like any other day, to relive the moments, experiences — the events, the vacation I took recently & all the other day to day things I lived through, I had an epiphany. A sense of realization — I am recording the moments, remembering them, what I wished for then

Undoubtedly our lives have infinite possibilities, the past just one. Maybe that is why we still hold on to the past, we refuse to change our ways, our thoughts, how we are because we knew what we are, if we change, we don't know what else could change? Or if we sit idle more often than not, we think of the past, a time we know took place with utter certainty. We convince ourselves that our past days — perhaps college years were the best or our first job was the best. Nothing like it. But they were not. If we think back they were filled to the brim with a lot of distress & uncertainty too. As a student in college, we dreamt of having the job we are in today and dream of what our day might look like being settled with a job and stable life. What would life look like we didn't have to ask our parents for money, look for employment, or strive for independence or the time when we could be on our own. But now, we are here & we have blissfully forgotten we dreamt of this day once upon a time. We spend so much time making sure the next day will be livable but very little time living it. Let’s change that.

Sometimes I look back on time, I recall all day brimming joy & fun time with friends and big dreams for life ahead. The life of a student or younger days was maybe what we’d call being free. It was easy we think now & the only biggest worry would be assignments. But think again, you lived through being a sad sake, rebellious, anxious, self-conscious teenager. I love to stay in the present, but let me be honest, when I sit down to write, I am often pulled back into the past to draw learnings and inspirations and understand myself and us as humans a little better than yesterday. These thoughts spring up from endless writing & unintended remembering.

Thinking back on time is not always correct, it is unfair to my present and even yours because although the past was undoubtedly incredible, it was also stressful & challenging in its way we seem to have forgotten and honestly even messy. Not because it was bad, but because life is such — it is everything other than one wishes for uncertain, messy, also difficult. But we should not forget it is between all these — it is also beautiful and can take you by surprise when you least expect it, making you believe it is worth it. 

When we remember by accident, we only see the best of times. However, when you reflect on purpose, you see the picture a whole good and bad, the hurt and the joy and I now want to express gratitude to my today, remembering the past moments when my life now is what I wished for then.


The Velocity of Being - A Short Story

Adrenaline fills his body, and the roar of the crowd a drug to him, a sort of tension he craved, hinting a possibility of victory rather than the certainty that he finds fun.

Among the audience, a boy in his teens sitting in front of the television is screaming with excitement.

“I can drive you to the stadium if you would like, son. The match is yet to begin and I have two tickets for us” his dad calls out.

“Yayyy, you are the best”, he screams with enthusiasm.

He wants to be there to cheer his team, giving him the chance to feel tribal, to feel like a member emerging and dancing, when joy came as an elation when the player strikes the ball into the net, a goal!

He could never play the game though, he was like a computer broken or you just downloaded a virus into it. The boy with the help of his crutches struggles to stand up, and make his way towards the car, to drive off with his father to the stadium.


Tonic of wilderness

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Every day on my running path, I see a lady, who is enthusiastic as me to enjoy the pleasantries of the early morning silence. She has short wavy silver hair, overlaying with charcoal-grey hair. Eyes looking straight, powerful & mysterious. Skin, showing the wisdom & experience life has taken her through. She is there walking around my block every day. I guess she is over fifty or sixty. Walking briskly in a calm yet steady motion with track pants & a tee shirt & a sling bag. One thing that always caught my attention was her gaze from the masked face. Her eyes spoke and I heard.

She sought motivation from the early risers like me. When I run past her, I would see her steps grow faster. As if I sprung energy into her or anyone who passed by. 

I won’t have noticed any of the above, except for the strange response I noticed when I saw a group of people walking past her one morning.

She stepped off the road, into the unkempt, bushy garden & utility area. She ducked to avoid a pile of leaves, but she was still moving past in that direction, into the wilderness! 

Lockdown is easing & the caseloads have fallen under 200 daily cases & the positivity rate is below 1 per cent in Delhi. Despite this, our hearts are largely filled with gloom. We are not allowed to exhale - to relax. We are still fearful.

The government says that hospitalisations are ‘a rare case'. But ignore that, the hysteria is still living lingering in our hearts. After 18 months of living through a pandemic, we are still scared, and the lady I passed on my running path was scared.

So scared, she went off the road and into the bushes.

That’s when it dawned on me, we still have a long way to go. Even after all of us are fully vaccinated with added booster shots. Regardless of whatever freedom parts of the world enjoy, regardless of being on the traffic light travel system - red, amber or green list. Regardless of your location India, US, Australia…UAE, Japan etc. We are all in this together. We are still fighting this virus.

That said, we were still wary not to risk a crowded place in a public place full of strangers. So, we still more often than not opt to stay home or to meet at the home, sitting in airy surroundings, exchanging elbow bumps rather than hugs or handshakes as a concession to the virus.

We are still in the bushes, hiding & living in fear in hope that we don't fall prey to the virus.

Seasonal Presents



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We don't realise the importance of different seasons & the mood it brings.

If days are seconds and months are hours, perhaps the seasons are the long clock remaining us in infinite ways, we are part of the bigger Universe, rendering our soul to the greatest clarity.

In Northern India May & June come with harsh & dry weather, as if you are in an oven the whole time!  But, with the advent of July, the rains returned bringing some respite. Shortlived monsoon, but the foliage that was looking tired, sad, exhausted were now coming back to life. 

The birds sat on the electric wires to soak themselves in the cooling showers, as if it was decided, they'll drench themselves in those seasonal rains to bring back their lost enthusiasm as the time stretched out during the sweltering summers. For them as if the party has begun, a season of dance, welcoming fun. 

Each season, bring along with it a unique flavour of dishes or beverages. Summers calls for cool drinks & rainy days calls for hot tea or coffee. With the ongoing humid days, you'll see in Delhi, the capital of India the roller ice-cream cart. It is a rarely sighted cart, equally frustrating because they do not have a fixed spot. They move about with their roller cart, making their elusiveness more desirable.  

You'll often find a moderate crowd resigned to the hot pedestrians gathered around the cart to get their share of ice cream to cool them off. This so-called ice cream looks so different from the factory manufactured packed flavoured ice-creams. Oblivious to this delicacy is the cars fleeting past the cart, with air-conditioning cooling them off, instead of the rolled ice cream. This unique delicacy is a fruit flavoured smoothie that instantly freezes on crushed ice. The very first bite revives the senses as the fruit chunks implode in the mouth spilling out the secrets! It's enthralling. 

You'll often see the cart vendors involved in the production that seldom register the curious onlookers like me, around them! If you visit the city in the months of summers or monsoon, make sure to watch out for them. Like I mentioned earlier, their elusiveness makes their cart ice cream even more desirable, so happy sighting! 


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Travelling Philosophy & after thoughts..

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 We all love to travel? Don't we? I have seldom come across people who say NO! But I am sure some people don't enjoy it as much. But the majority would say a biggggg yes! 

I take some time to reflect on this & realise why we enjoy it so much and how we associate ourselves with it. 

It is something it makes us feel...

We know it messes us up, but we all still want to take that break, that vacation which we plan to take time off. Because the mess is good, it leaves us craving for more, more of the place we travelled to, the more of the free time, the more of relaxation. I reckon when I am back home, something has changed, in the few days of travel. It is moving from familiarity and our comfort zone to an opposite - unknown!  

Travel symbolizes new beginnings and endings, like rebooting our body system and routine. You enter a new city and become an outlander. You feel like a child, curiously exploring the place, trying to make sense of everything around you - reading the signboards, cautious of the routes, the places to return to, visit in coming days etc. And in the span of few days, we leave some part of ourselves behind. We stay there, even when we have returned. When it is time to bid farewell, we feel sad, almost grieve. 

I will always feel lucky and grateful to have had these travel experiences ingrained into my consciousness. You get a bizarre feeling when you're about to leave a place like you will not only miss the surroundings, people, food,  and culture but you'll miss the person you are at this time at the very place because you realise you'll never be this way ever again. Life is a sequence of births and deaths. Moments are born, then moments die. For new experiences to come to life, the old ones must wither away, don't you think?

Anybody who travels with passion in the heart like the great traveller himself, Marco Polo who did not stay in a place from cradle to grave, with love to explore themselves and the world around them knows they move to be moved. It is not about seeing the Great Wall or Eiffel Tower or being on the move. Travelling simmers intrinsic elements - like a shift in the mood, emotions, feelings that arouse when you witness wonder, that you never ordinarily see when you are getting through your daily life. 

The daily life which in comparison is fairly what I would call rigidly structured. A busy life we all lead at other times. It’s hard to imagine doing so little every day. I'm sure we all have experienced it, even my limited free time feels rushed these days having so many things to choose from -  Should I  read? Listen to music? Go for a run/walk? Watch TV?  I certainly can say, my travel times have been one of the most formative, important times of my lifetime. A time of great growth, self-learning and unfolding within the spaciousness & mindfulness.

I wish there was a sort of time-lapse to measure how people change with departures and arrivals.

And yet with all the chaos it brings to our life, we take the mighty leap, you can't help but feel that perhaps humans are meant to be happy on the move, then living in a place, uprooting their identity and being a nobody in a new place. They seem unable to shake off the pleasures that are mooring them through this expedition, dwelling on the experiences assimilated by them, instead of focussing on what lies ahead, luring themselves in the symphony of the bliss of being somewhere new! Leaving them hanging, longing to return to the place to be a newly turned leaf. 

And, if you ask me when I am back after a vacation, I’m never the same as I left.

Unwinding Thoughts

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The sky is the same but the colours are different each day. Some days they reflect my mood some days they cheer me up with the clear blue sky filling me with enthusiasm to kick start my day & get things done, ready to conquer the world. 

While some days, it reflects a gloomy self, urging me to quit all the tasks, go up to the balcony & watch it pour & appreciate the lust foliage or inviting me to bury myself under the blanket, or on my cosy corner and read a comforting book with a hot cup of tea. 

Yes, some days I prefer to do nothing, nothing regular - no routine to follow no time schedules, no laptop, no gadgets or no chores to tend to. It's my downtime, a system reboot to rest my brain and ignoring everything else blissfully. 

In times of busy schedules, I let the words I want to write, die within me, such as a dramatic death of poems & essays I wish to write. To not write when you want is hard, it's a daunting task to ignore the inner voice inside you! 

Ask a writer how they hold on to so many words within and they will tell you some days we pretend that our minds are numb, our hearts are quiet, ignoring those voices which keep echoing within. 

Quietly we live in the circus of our life, letting the master take control when you are not in the zone, it’s better to be a silent writer between the pages of a notebook read by no one than spilling out words for the world to read & for the other times you are capable to run wild with your words & thoughts, letting the emotions carry you away, from the present & bury them in the silence of the day! 

Life happens every day for all of us. But for a writer it happens twice, once we live it & second time we cherish, reminisce & let the pen take control & write our heart out recording the events of ordinary life. As we feel is living a life a thousand times. A joy it brings us is enthralling & reading them in future is invigorating, as it brings old memories to life! 

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Hand Written Journal - Mini Essays Series (3)

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As regular readers of this website you will already know, the one thing that has kept me going through life & also through pandemic has been reading & writing.

I am perpetually refining my writing each day capturing details of mundane life as my day goes by; using apt words & describing it. Jotting down ideas, quotes and sentences that move me. Words that put a spell on me. An accidental habit I stumbled upon once upon a time. Going back to the older books, each page is written in a different mood; handwriting justifying it. I find remnants of the former self, memories, days that have gone by and patterns that stay the same — the fall of day and night, the ebb & flow of life. The clarity in thoughts, of being myself. I can relate to the era gone by, the notes — the personal essays, the ache in the pages, happiness gleaming through words and feel grateful filling these journals, recording my memoir.


Herbs N Health by Premnath Shenoy - Book Review

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Title: Herbs N Health by Premnath Shenoy
Language: English
Genre: Research-backed Self Help Health Guide

Pages: 212
Rating: 5/5


Excerpt: 

Most of the herbs and spices we know are good for your body. It is known for them to improve your gut flora, and keep your immunity high!

This book will help you make the best choices to maximize the benefits of herbs, spices, & other plant-based nutrition, to use them for healing purpose & to fix any discomfort keeping you firmly in charge of your own biology.

With the pandemic ruling our lives for a year now, the need to increase immunity has never been more necessary. Herbal medication has been on a rise ever since as a course of alternative means to fight off maladies.

To begin your journey into the world of herbal medicine and natural remedies, I recommend you start by reading Herbs N Health. It has a lot to offer. Capturing micronutrients, quick home remedies to tackle bodily concerns.

Some foods are often overlooked, vital to maintaining optimal levels of vitamins & minerals, which are referred to as micronutrients. The lack of these does not show any adverse effects instantly until they run low in your body. The addition of certain foods can help bring back the levels up to the required mark.


My Thoughts:

Above description vocals elements of alternate medicine. It serves as evidence of the tangible benefits these plants and herbs can offer and how traditional Ayurveda for centuries are healers. We often ignore this traditional knowledge over the “over the counter pills and prescription”. This no doubt over time has diminished belief in traditional cures and remedies. We chose to close our minds to a whole avenue of alternate remedies. This book reminds us there is still a cure, there is still hope, based on centuries of evidence.

This book would make an excellent addition to your library to help you bring the focus. It is easy to read easy to understand but thorough with details. I am extremely pleased with my purchase. I love the simplicity of the book of introducing readers to different herbs and foods, their benefits & usage. There is no requirement of specialized equipment, or to go to the drug store, to pop in pills, purely the exotic herbs and spices all affordable, safe, and readily available at your local grocery store!. The author has done a great job of making herbal support accessible to the open-minded.

Overall a comprehensive guide perfect place to start learning about natural remedies!

©Shweta, 2021. All Rights Reserved.



Tourist in my city - Delhi!

On a particular Sunday night in February, sleep dint come to me like it always does. I tossed and turned so much so that I was bored. I woke up, walked out of the room so I don’t disturb my partner. I tried to read a book with a flashlight and at early dawn, I gently drifted away to sleep.

This whole incident left me groggy when it was time to wake up time. So I decided to call in sick at work. It is impossible to work with a headache and groggy feeling. I function very poorly in a state of mind like this one.

I slept in longer than usual. When I woke up, I felt the need to take a relaxing hot bath. As expected, I felt relaxed post the shower. As if the ablutions washed away my discomfort of a sleepless night. A relaxing hot bath seldom fails to calm me. 

I know at a rational level I should stay in, but a holiday like feeling refuses to go away. I donned my sneakers and mask and headed out. And here, in no particular order of importance, is how I spent my day despite the doom and gloom all around me:-

  • Playing Tourist. This is undoubtedly the best way to explore your city. The opportunity to pull out your curious caps while the excitement is of a vacation mode. An unusual day like this one, allowed me to sparkle as I hit the road on a Monday morning, where otherwise people would be heading out to work.

  • Flying Solo & Free. I know, sounds cliched, I was exhausted from work calls. That day I let my guards down and marched right into the world with courage and enthusiasm. It was as if my spirit was on fire that day. I was content going from one spot to another, in a cab. Talking to cab drivers about how their lives were during the last year, their earnings, their perspectives, etc. It felt great to talk to strangers and learn about their life. That is what makes us humans, isn’t it? Connecting with people and sharing our experiences.

  • Reader. I see myself as an avid reader and reading in nature is magical, it is a haven. While I visited some historic monuments in the city surrounded by a garden, I also carried a book with me. I sat there in its sylvan surroundings and read. Read to my heart's content. With no one and nothing to distract me, no task to be done, no chore calling for my attention. It was blissful. 

Quite literally, it was travelling back in time as I wandered off through the city. They say that at least five cities once flourished on the site where Delhi now stands; and undoubtedly each one of them has left some evidence behind in the form of parks, monuments, landmarks or structure of the city. It felt the best use of my time to explore this heritage. You bet, yes I did the rounds of the usual suspects: Qutub Minar, Purana Qila, Humayun’s Tomb, Safdarjung’s Tomb, all of which were much less crowded. One because it was a Monday morning, second covid fear and third of course there aren’t any foreign tourists in the mix.

As for myself, now I will wait for the city to heal, will wait for it to find its way out of the glorious mess and a mountain of the dead the capital is currently buried in. I will stay home as I plough my way through my summer reading list and call of duties at my job. I will look out from my window taking in the beauty of nature, the best way I can. And I will be dreaming of hills, where I can escape the heat for a glorious few days in the months to come.

Thanks for reading! Here are a few more pictures from that memorable day. Tune in again soon.

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     Humayun's Tomb

                                 

Qutub Minar



Till the Spring Lasts

                                                                                                                                             
The days are getting longer and nights shorter. Finally, spring is here! It is time to make the most of the pleasant weather in Delhi and other tropical regions too. For spring is short-lived it is best to get most of it. Picnics, outings, and visits to all the places you have been putting off. The sun with a blink of an eye is going to engulf us into its heat.

It has been over about 4-5 months, I visited the Lodhi Gardens in Delhi. It is one of its kind. And now is the best time to visit such a park. Taking a brisk walk by the sides of the lush greenery and colourful flowers is enchanting.

Springtime to me comes as music to the soul, with flowers glooming bright in its seasonal bed-chamber. The spring flowers bring an inner smile, the kind that burns warm and long. Making us feel light and content, with colours illuminating our world after long wintry cold days.

As of the Lodhi garden built in the 15th century, my favourite is a sprawling green park at the heart of the city where once upon a time Delhi rulers’ mausoleums rest surrounded by 90 acres of garden. The impeccable serene green setting and natural beauty echo its rich history. The gardens tranquil ambience, large spread jogging track, indigenous butterflies, birds and trees and flowering plants are what makes this park spring heaven. My love for old edifices, historic museums, forgotten ruins makes this a jewel in the crown.

The breeze in spring brings mild cool air rather than our usual winter chill, making me want to make the most of it before it dissolves into summer. Just exploring as much possible in this jubilant fiesta and storing them as memories for the rest of the year, for the harsh summers in Delhi isn't going to be merciful. 

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Unannounced Hibernation

Hello there - Happy New Year 2021

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I know, I know it has been a while I have been writing and sharing my posts. But, you see I had to take a hibernation from my creative writing to keep me going in this period of the pandemic. I needed a change of routine & plans. I put my mind on a hiatus, no more thinking of ideas to write, edit & edit over & over and then bring a piece to life to schedule publishing. 

The last couple of months has enmeshed our lives, with the new challenges thrown at us by pandemic, and it still is in various parts of the world. We all had to re-think our priorities & pay attention to tiny bits of our day to day life which never crossed our mind, demanding more attention than ever before. More to a point, where we were getting our butts kicked and our hats blown, so much so that I needed some time to breathe. To soak in the change in my reality. 

So, I had to take a step back from my writing and refocus my energy and set the course of the wind to see how this site and my passion for words could thrive as a parallel universe outside my steady life. 

This was not a ‘good-bye’ but only ‘so long’ — for a short time.

I cannot express adequately how much I appreciate and value your time, patience and your support. It is in this spirit I took the liberty to best serve my well being by taking care during these extraordinary times as I hope you are doing the same & did the same last couple of months.

I intend to keep this rhythm of writing going. 

Till then, keep your spirits high, be kind and live to your fullest each day! :)



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From the Dragon's Mouth: 10 True Stories that Unveil the Real China

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Title: From the Dragon's Mouth
Language: English
Genre: Non-fiction
Pages: 288
Rating: 4/5

Excerpt:
Fuentes spent a few years living and working in China as an international journalist. The 10 short stories are portraits of citizens of the country she met during her stay. The book is a panoramic view into the psyche of the people, circumventing censoring authorities, about Chinese culture, history since the Chinese Cultural Revolution, etc. The book project began with a series of interviews with the locals Fuentes takes on. They talk about family, power, and the rest of the world; what makes them who they are; why they live in a dictatorship & why they are anarchic.


My Thoughts :
The book is an eye-opener to a world unknown to us, proving how fact reads better than fiction, claiming my attention for reading non-fiction yet another time. The book is an intimate sneak peek into China through the eyes of its people, voices of everyday people victims of all the ill fate. It a book unlike any other I have read thus far.


I found it interesting to read such differing accounts of life in China from rich, poor, migrants, journalist, an entrepreneur, a taxi driver and much more. The book captures the lives of different classes of people thriving there. For anyone interested in China or for anyone who just like well-written non-fiction, this book is for you.

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Off the Traveler's Track

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In the time before Great Pandemic in 2020, I was a frequent traveller. I received my first passport stamp back in 2016 To Europe and before 2016 my travel dominated in exploring my country in domestic travel. 

I recently finished reading Committed by Elizabeth Gilbert. It was a trip down the memory lane on how it felt like to travel endlessly. Much of the book is an insight & fact-based research on trying to make sense of marriage while on exile from her own country with her lover Filipe. They lived as a nomad moving from one hotel to another, one city to another. They did miss their real life, in a home, a stationary home. Travel and real-life give rise to a potent realization. The book is good, insightful & heavy on research than personal essays. 

I took thousands of pictures in varying locales over the years. It is a bliss, a ticket to the past, as I was conjuring up potent remembrances. Yet countless other photos are mere background noise, long expunged from memory, a placeholder of life on the move.

Then, the pandemic put a stop to most travel around the world. During the mandatory lockdown, I only went outside for essentials & food, not even for exercise. I’ve spent countless hours in video calls with family & friends. I embraced my hobby to keep the creativity flowing, started experimenting with colours & dabbling with brushes more than ever before, and read books rather voraciously. Kindle came to my rescue during the complete lock-down! I could buy ebooks since the shipping services had all come to a halt. 

How we all miss travelling, going around making memories. Even stepping out to a cafe. Seeing new places & learning about a new culture. And that’s the beauty of travel — it forces us outside our comfort zones & pushes us into the unknown sphere of our lives. Our lives are ceaselessly unspooling stories. How we make sense of them tells us about ourselves. Humans are eternal explorers, endlessly curious about life around them. On an eternal quest to look forward to keep moving. 

Much has changed, while other things remain the same in our lives. We can no longer hop on a flight or train to a new place without being fearful. We can no longer plan our vacations we grew up thinking — One day, I’m sure I’ll visit this place for the requisite sightseeing and explore a new side of life. In our hearts, we are so eager to go someplace new, beyond the grocery stores or workout, for mere entertainment. Feels like the 2020 pandemic has pushed us back in time before the world had so many different sources of entertainment, not to forget, we still have our internet keeping us connected. 

As I go through the old pictures, taking me back to the places I once visited, surfacing in my thoughts ever so fresh, like it was the only yesterday. 

I wonder when will it be next?


Droplets of Magic - A poem

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The speedy winds
Whistling through the leaves
There is no echo but only 
Psithurism and nothing before it rains

Thick dark clouds blanket the
Light blue sky
Waiting to weigh down on us
Spurt out nothing but rain

Sitting by the door, with a book in my hands
Smelling the petrichor come through
Pages soaking up the mist sprayed
Curling in nothing by natures love upon us

As it continues to rain, the nature bellows
Making us verve & dreamy, comfortable & gleamy
Seeking coverture in the comfort of homes 
As we wait for the tumid clouds to pour love upon us! 

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Committed by Elizabeth Gilbert — Book Review

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              Title: Committed By Elizabeth Gilbert
Language: English
Genre: Research-backed Memoir
Pages: 320
Rating: 3/5

Excerpt:

This book captures the writer's life after she sets off her life after the "Eat Pray Love" comes to an end, the solo journey she took to find herself. Towards the end of this self-reflecting journey, she meets a Brazilain man, Felipe, she falls in love with & they have their seismic rhythms all tuned in to the frequency that works for both of them. But their rhythm was soon hit by turmoil. The American government Department of Homeland Security officer detains Felipe for violating the visa rules. The book captures the "exile" and uses the experience as a point of departure for delving on different aspects of marriage. the time and great detail of socio-historical aspects of "Marriage" in various cultures & of also the journey they both lived as they figure out an arrangement that is satisfactory to the government & themselves.

My Thoughts :

As I picked up this book, I believed it will be deep dive into the psyche and interpretation of marriage from Gilbert's point of you. But no! The writer has shared personal experiences here and there between a lot of research-based insights into marriage in various cultures and plunged into the history of marriage. With her sharp, witty writing the book was engaging enough & also to make you feel she's talking just to you. Like having a one to one conversation. The book even though it was too meandering moved me with insights & details of research rather than her own personal essays. The research insights running parallel with personal anecdotes are all in her voice as if she was convincing herself to marry for the second time & why. It was aptly pointed out that the book is "rather chatty and personal to be so heavy on research, but it’s rather researched to be so chatty and personal" by the NY Times.


Decent read! A book to read for anyone who wants to understand various cultural aspects and nuances of marriage or closely witness a clear-eyed celebration of love with all its consequences of surviving, in the real world, actually entails.

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A Decade Gone by  — A Short Story

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There was a house at the end of a road, it was an abandoned old house. The house was small by the local standards; two rooms and two bathrooms, a single entrance, with two doors opening inwards. This is what spooked people the most. Any space with one entrance also means only one exit.

The overgrown branches of the trees planted at the entrance covered the door as if it was warning me to stay out. I passed the streets, I wasn’t heading for home, but for an old place, everyone believed haunted. I felt drawn to it, to explore the place. So I pulled the branches without sweat and made way into the old house. I opened the door. It made creaking noise as every abandoned house did and then slammed shut behind me. I tried to convince myself it was “the wind”.

The windows of the empty house were oversize. The glass panes divided into many parts like the many compartments in a beehive. Tales handed down from various generations in this town spread across neighbouring towns and cities. Tales about people staying here, vanishing, experiencing bad omens and terror.

The people could not help but notice, that the doors and windows stay shut most of the time. Every Sunday a newspaper got delivered to the gate and by the next day, it was gone. There were rumours of it being a dope house or a gangsters den to keep his hostages. Some have heard the rattle of chains through the dead of the night.

A foul stench invaded my nose. I look around to see where it came from and fainted at the sight of a half-decayed body, nibbled by the rats and maggots. It spied over me, staring straight through me. Those eaten eyes, the eye sockets staring in the open.

My mind was starting to fail, like an engine that turns over never kicking into action. I couldn’t formulate a thought. Everything looked intense and I could not think of a way out of this house. I glanced at the floor, no trap door. My eyes went to the walls, the windows. When I look outside, it was night now.

I walk around and I see there was a fire in the hearth. A chill runs through me. I decide to leave. As I turn around to leave the house and turn the doorknob, I heard someone.

“Don’t go.” said an echoing voice, “we can be such good friends”

I try to turn the doorknob and say “ Can I come tomorrow, my mother will be frantic”

The voice replies “Don’t you remember how long you have been here?”

“An hour?”

“How about, try years? Ten years? The neighbourhood plastered your pictures of you going missing. Your mom and dad split, your brother is in rehab. You left quite a hole in their lives.”


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Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert — Book Review


Title: Eat, Pray, Love By Elizabeth Gilbert
Language: English
Genre: Spiritual Memoir
Pages: 352
Rating: 5/5 💗

Excerpt:

The Bhagavad Gita, ancient Indian Yogic text--says that it is better to live your own destiny imperfectly than to live an imitation of somebody else's life with perfection.

Some days are meant to be counted, others are meant to be weighed.
The title of the book three words correspond to the book's three sections. The author takes a solo journey of self-reflection after a nasty divorce. The journey thoroughly explores one aspect of herself set against the backdrop of each country, in a place that has traditionally done well. Explore the art of pleasure - living to the fullest, eating & mere being alive in any way possible in Italy, the art of devotion - living spiritually, disciplined & dedicated in India and, in Indonesia, the art of balancing the two aspects of life pleasure & spirituality. Gilbert lived consecutively in three different countries – Italy, India and Indonesia. It is a memoir, a journey taken on the quest to find herself & how the journey unfolds.

My Thoughts :


Gilbert's writing offers a comic cult of writing. It feels like we are reading the mind of a witty woman experiencing her life as one reads. Re-reading this book is my guilty pleasure. I always turn towards this book out of the mere joy of enjoying the travel essay, to re-visit these locations once again closely or to seek comfort and flavour of life or the act of balancing. There is always something new the book has to offer. It is an intensively candid & eloquent touching anyone who has ever woken up to the unwavering need for change in their lives. If you find any of these aspects interesting, go for it!


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Tropical Summers: Mini essays series (2)

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It was summer in the capital city of India! Tropical summers driving us languorous are the worst to endure. The sun feels burning close enough here than any other place I have been. It fits the description perfectly — scorching heat, sun shining in full blast, and I wish we could tune it down.

Without air conditioning, you would wake up sweaty, went to bed sweaty, go to the shower sweaty, come out of shower sweaty, and your clothes always wet with your sweat and the pungent odour to accompany you everywhere you are heading to. It is horrible and unpleasant to live in this tropical summer. How many would wish to use this heat to keep them warm in the colder countries, but here the heat is being so cruel to us.

In this heat, even the trees appear defeated. Leaves that should be firm and upward tilting droop, flaccid as an old leaf. The soil is simply arid & dry, to touch. Wonder how the plants stand tall against the sun. It is the usual warmth we have at this time of the year.

Each day the sky is barren with no wind to breeze through. The forest fires are the last thing on my mind, to steal our endless blue for a dull grey and evenings as vermilion hue as the sunsets.

Early one morning, rain fell, calming the boiling lands, large warm drops with stormy winds, lightning & thunder. The soothing petrichor didn't last long, as they struck the hot tarmac, & the hardened soil or were sucked into the dusty mud not leaving a trace.

Winter is still months away. Intermittent rains are the only respite. Already above my head flutters golden brown leaves & trembling virescent hues from the vibrant tall trees. In a few months, those colours would lift my spirit as the harsh warmth goes down & freezing winds come by turning the sky breezy. But, not this insipid tone, fuelling the tree for the winter ahead. This part of the world should never be so arid, muggy, clammy and we can only hope that the late summer will be kinder.


End of mini-essays....watch out for more!


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Bookstores & Night Reading - Mini Essays Series (1)

As I continue to explore my creative side of writing with each passing day. I am now going to explore another method to tap into my creativity. I came across an idea to write mini-essays which I believe will help me find my voice based on the themes I pick and force me to write on hard days & show up to my writing and the commitment I have made. I am sure it will be fun to read as well. Small bursts of writing and exploring deeper into the world we live in. I use them as prompts to think and write a few sentences which I would like to call mini-essays to practice my creative writing. The idea is to build up a collection of snippets & give direction to my writing, as days go by!


To kick start the series, I have chosen two of my favourite topics to dive into:-

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 Bookstores

Row after row stands the army of the of neatly lined up books with their spines facing outward. Each grouped into a category and different section arranged in shelf after shelf endlessly. The reader groups varied; kids, young adults with low shelve. Some lined up high which were out of reach without a ladder. Only the smell of books filling the space, with muffled silence and stillness. Bookkeeper at the help desk. A hushed atmosphere often punctured by the occasional talks and distant voices at the billing counter.

Night Reading

I love it when the pleasant breeze blows through the night sky, covering my room with the darkness. The sheer lace curtains over my window, illuminated by moonlight and my bedside lamp lighting the book in my hands. My blanket keeping me warm; I try putting one leg in, one leg out like I always do since I was a kid. I loved reading at night on my bed when the world around me is quiet and I am with my book after finishing all tasks for the day.

In those moments as I lay reading in the bed, turning the pages going into another world coming alive, sleep stops by calling it a day. I then curl into a c-shape, putting off the lamp, in the quiet breezy night, in the deep cloud that was hanging above me. I would move into the sweet slumber passing into exhaustion, accompanied by a sudden jolt as I fall asleep!

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End of mini-essays....watch out for more! 

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Artistic Expression - A Poem

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Dabbling of brushes along
colours rather cloak-and-dagger
eyes running across the envisaged surface
dilemma crossing what is the best part
creating experience
Or
the abandoned work of art!

Colours mirroring chaos or tranquillity
in the heart of the artist
is for the viewer to bore
Colours vivid & bold
with all garnished
The stroke of the paint all so perfect
as if each line separates the ocean from the sky!

It is both surprising & stunning
all condensed into a sheet page
an inspiration an idea
a blank page & set of colours
a space to express
to bring out the
hues that are muted
as if burning by millions of years of sun
eyes on the horizon where blue meets blue!

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So.....I got published as a writer in Spillwords

Photo by Marcos Paulo Prado on Unsplash It’s published. My writing has been published. I have only published in Medium publica...