Not Here

there was never

a glint in her eyes

and the way

she wrote sometimes

showed how little

it meant to her,

and as if she

could not find

any reason to

unglue her heart

from the back

of her mind,

or to find a rhyme

worth her time.


“Worry pretends to be necessary but serves no useful purpose”
Eckhart Tolle

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The Dream Stuff

Spoilt breakfast, tattered clothes,

And twenty red caterpillars

Slowly crawling down

A half-finished road-

These aren’t the things

That make for a pleasant dream

But neither are these

The stuff of nightmares,

And that is a scary thought

To fall asleep with.


To Belong

when a book arrives

with its new book look,

and its new book smell,

but fits right in

with all the other books

on the shelf,

you cannot help but wish

that it could happen

to us people as well-

to belong without losing

your own true self!


“I don’t even remember the season. I just remember walking between them and feeling for the first time that I belonged somewhere.”
Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Lights On

I hope that your light

never goes out,

and on the days

that it flickers too much

you turn off the switch

and turn it back on

just to fix it,

and I hope you never

decide to befriend

the shadows instead.


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The Pretty World Outside

It was a lovely rainy day today. I had heard a lot of people say that. Our office does not have a window, so there was no way to tell. Days like these command celebration, but your work gets in the way. The indoor world traps you and makes you forget about the world outside.

We had a good amount of work today-a lot more than usual. Shifting the entire academic sessions to online learning management systems had felt like a thing of marvel in a country like ours, but a year into it, and we are now losing the grip on reality. It is not the same as on-campus physical classes, and you keep bringing your work home. You have to be on your toes all the time. My email inbox is beginning to feel like a second home. There is always something to do, and a lot of things do not get done anyway.

Our students are now getting anxious. The glitchy virtual meetings and timebound online assessments are making them frustrated. They want to come back. Since last year, they have come back three times, only to be sent packing in a month or two. I wish things get back to the way they were, whatever that way was. The old-normal seems to be so far back in the past.

As I left the workplace, the beautiful weather did make its presence felt. The gentle breeze was like a balm for the tired eyes (thanks to the too much unavoidable screen-time). The actual hero was the sky, however. It looked insanely beautiful! Looking up to the sky is always therapeutic. It reminds you of your place in the world. It reminds your problems about their place in the world too. Everything seems so insignificant in front of the vastness of it. The sky is hope.

My sister has sent me these pictures. I am so glad that she took pictures.

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