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With all the wonder, spectacle and more,  falling down a rabbit hole has never been tough.  But as the trench got deeper, it grew quieter, and with it Alice less astounded. She groped and clawed the air for the slightest sign of support, and at that moment she realized that darkness had her surroundings, clouded.  She landed in a land that was positively vague. She was given many keys to pave her way.  She simply sat, taking it all in. Oh, what an array of choices! But in that decision lay an underlying vacuum, stifling her like a hot summer day in May.  Alice, dear Alice! Whatever will you do? Maybe follow the dodo, the lizard, and also the dancing troop? Wake up, dear Alice! For you’re no conformist. Remember, for you, things just get “curiouser and curiouser”, so don’t fall into that hypnotic loop. What a mad world she’d fallen into! With weird-shaped twins, timekeeping rabbits, talking Cheshire cats, a judgemental caterpillar, ...

There once was a girl, clueless as hell.  She was confused and unhappy and all was never well.  She was awkward and lonely and a perfect introvert. Mellow she maybe, albeit her mind constantly alert. She found a new toy that set her heart ablaze.  The spectrum of feelings it gave her, left her in a daze.  But as life would have it, time was cruel. She tried real hard but lost her heart’s fuel.  It broke her, she fell into a mindless abyss.  And lost herself, her manners amiss.  Silent tears and racking sobs had her face all swollen. For she missed her spark, the one time had stolen. She moped a while but soon got back on her feet,  Time had been cruel, But it was time for a treat.  She shed some burden and gained some stride, She fought back time and changed the tide.  At nights she let her mind wander,  “Why’d It get so bad”, she’d wonder. She played it all again and relive...

Here’s a thought. I firmly believe that all of us have something or the other, that keeps our soul functioning. Like a spark. Something like a quality or a person or a purpose or something that we live for. I am finding it a little difficult putting it into plain words. But the idea is that something that sings in harmony with your soul. Do you ever feel like you've lost your spark in life? That core element that kept the raging fire in your soul ablaze? Sure, there are ups and downs. Albeit somehow, you find your way back and quickly repair your spark to burn bright again. But has there ever been a time when you seem to have lost your way? I am not referring to darkness, or your mind being clouded, or the fact that you are upset/depressed. But you’re just lost. Like in the movies, where all you see around you are barren lands, not a living creature in sight. Just lost. Somehow, in doing what you’ve been doing and living life the way you’ve been living, you’ve lost yours...

"Holding onto anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die." - Buddha How often do you worry or fret over something? How often do you let something that hurts you, consume you? How often do you let the actions of people that you love, and others affect you? How often do you care more than you are cared for? How often do you give more than you receive? Since day immemorial, I have been someone who cares too much. I let my surroundings get the better of me. Call it fear, call it intuition, call it anything. But if I do not feel right about something, I react. Not always a heavy reaction but a small one at the least. My mother makes my favorite dish, I'm ecstatic. My pets play with me, I'm over the moon, my work was appreciated, I am joyous and strive to do better. In similar light, my downfalls, even if small work me up quite a bit. I work hard at keeping up something and if it falls flat for me, I let the disappointment consume me. ...

I am a pensive person. I think a LOT. I overthink, I day dream, I wonder, I fore see, and I fantasize. I have been flying a lot lately and that gives me more time to let my imagination and thoughts run amok. As if, thinking a lot in general wasn’t enough, I have been blessed with more opportunities to let my imagination run wild. Lately, I have taken a fascination to penning my thoughts in a free flow manner. I don’t stop them. I just start typing, pouring every facet of my emotion into words, not caring the least about how it turns out. It gives me peace of mind. I have been visiting airports often off late and notice so many people rushing to make their flight on time, and I have seen more number of take offs and landings than I ever have in my lifetime. Being in airports and in flights, gazing out into the vast expanse of white/blue gives me a rush. It gives me a mild rush of adrenaline knowing I that I am waiting to board my flight, knowing that I would be cruising so many ...

  Most of us have a physical place that we call home. A standard roof plus walls that provides us shelter.  A place we retire at the end of the day, possibly with family, or spouses, or hopefully with pets, or just on our own. We all come back to this place hoping to unload our burdens, share laughs, shed tears, be with our loved ones, be at peace. We revel in the little moments that we cherish, watch our children grow, watch our pets do silly things, fight like cats and dogs only to forgive, forget and move on.  Growing up, I have lived in quite a few places, Chennai (India), Saudi Arabia, Dubai(UAE) and now in Vancouver (Canada). Albeit a major portion of my life has been in Chennai. So, I guess I must call Chennai Home? But then I am married now, and I live in Vancouver. So, do I call Vancouver home? Disregarding what my passport says, what does my head/heart say? I would gladly argue that a major portion of my life along with how its shaped me up to be, ha...