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Rambles, Rhymes and Tales
Have you seen it, have you seen it anywhere go? It always would be with me, now it’s not anymore From dawn to dusk, within me, it would constantly flow The stream of words has gone, somewhere I don’t know The brisk word stream came to a sudden halt No rhyme or reason, nor anybody’s fault The words that inspired me, are now in a vault Some strange thing is stopping them from coming out And then I learnt that…
I woke up early in the morning. Somehow I knew it was early in the morning. But, one thing I didn’t know. Where was I? I glanced at the ceiling. A fan, brown in colour, was running at a normal speed. On the right side was the attic, covered with beautiful wooden doors. The walls of the room were coated in dark pink colour. ‘This room is beautiful’, I thought. Still lying on the bed, I glanced to the other…
My dreams were small, never so big When you show a big dream, I don’t know what to do with it I never dreamt for a car, or any vehicle to own I loved going by bus or walk as far as I could go Any car, whichever size, was just a box with wheels for meWhen you buy me a big car, I don’t know how to react to it I never dreamt of diamonds or any glittery things…
more than 3,300 years ago it is believed, god gave the torah to the jewish people on mount sinai. shavuot celebrates this deeply spiritual moment, with prayer, joy, gratitude, the reading of the commandments, and of course, food. in this case, food with dairy is customary. every year, just before shavuot, which is celebrated in may/june, my husband reminds me we must have lots of nice dairy dishes and desserts at home. clearly thoughts of buckets of ice cream, cheese,…
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Reservations: An observation – All in good humour
Posted on June 3, 2019
Dealing with reservations is a part of life. Whether one needs it or not, it is inescapable. Whenever I fill out an application form, whether it’s for applying for a course or a job, I always get peeved at a certain point. Among details like name, age and qualifications, there is this little tab that asks us to fill in our religion. I always wonder what purpose this little information would serve to the institution or organisation. How would this…
my world collapses every now and then in the middle of an afternoon under an indolent sun when the air doesn’t move and the fan’s whir is a reminder of a thousand other worlds in a million different snapshots of time that linger as languid as the mid year sun minstrels of all my worlds that did sooner or later coalesce and cease the earth turns inexorable, programmed i am time’s magnet, how can it escape now it races, now…
It is always hard for a new mother, whose maternity leave is about to end and they have to go back to work. Not just them, it’s hard for every mother, who leaves behind their baby, to complete a chore or have to go out regularly for some purpose or another. It is never easy. The heart wails, not wanting such a situation to come. But then, they do come. This poem depicts the feelings of the mothers when they…