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A Prayer for Peace in Israel

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 As I see the terror from this side of the world, As the pictures of humanity being marginalized flash in the media, My heart and soul weep the tears of helplessness and plight. I feel exposed, I feel touched. Every inch of my skin burns. It burns on just the thought of women being dragged alive yet dead. I feel the earth below me drift. She drifts. She drifts because the flowers are wilting- her children are crying. They are crying and consoling their parents. They see their mothers breathing but their souls dead and cold. My pride cries. It cries for the men.  For the men whose hands have been folded but eyes wide open. Eyes wide open and filled. Filled with pain. Filled with the pain of being unable to defend their land. Filled with the pain of being unable to stop. To stop the beasts from touching the womb that birthed them. To stop the beasts from touching those whom they promised safety. To stop the beasts from ripping their souls apart. I see their eyes. I see their tears. I see
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Sides and Slides

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 The world is a half and a half. One-half is populated by those who are fortunate enough to have a loving family, supportive friends, a nurturing upbringing, a secure place to call home, regular meals, and sufficient clothing. In stark contrast, the other half may lack some or all of these blessings or surprisingly, may possess all these material comforts, and yet remain ungrateful and discontent. What accounts for this stark divide? In my view, it often stems from experiences of betrayal. People may have been let down by their partners, friends, colleagues, or even, tragically, by their own parents. Expectations we are born with and some that we develop when walking ahead in life and feeling betrayed when the expectations aren't fulfilled leaves you bleak and bazed. Alternatively, the feeling of having nothing to be grateful about might also be rooted in a perpetual sense of restlessness, an insatiable desire for more, or a mind entangled in its own complexities. It may be because
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Places of Time

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The Sun rising through the monsoon clouds, Birds racing the kites. The wind kissing your cheek, Air smelling of the soil beneath. Pausing while reading, To appreciate the power and beauty of words. Smiling while writing, Because you got the line correct. Feeling at home, In a place packed with people unknown. Feeling energetic, After a tiring day at work. The taste of a hot meal, Knowing of love. The feeling of warmth, Around the people you adore. Waiting to breathe after a run, Wanting to dance to the music oh so fun. Watching a baby smile, The joy of meeting kin after a while. The sand beneath your feet, Waves of Ocean soothing your eyes. The miseries seem teeny, On the peak of the mountain tall and mighty. Places of worship, Feeding your soul. Nature's mystery, Nourishing your thoughts. The silence of mornings, The glamour of nights. The memories of summer, The wait for winter. The Moon, Crescent or full. The Horizon, Far and bright.  Many such moments, Moments infinite. Such pl
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The Postgraduate Mess

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  Happy faces on LinkedIn, celebrating new job opportunities, embarking on educational journeys to distant places, and leaving old jobs for better prospects—our journey of comparison continues from Facebook to Instagram and now to LinkedIn. Little did we know that the excitement of growing older and making life's decisions would become a high-stakes, do-or-die situation. I often find myself and my dear friends sharing posts about how growth looks different for each individual and yet end up making a graph of how much behind in the "race" we are. Taking up a role at an MNC, pursuing studies, or maybe just taking time for your own beautiful self to process the fast pace of life, waiting for the fog to be gone. we are all growing in some way or the other. While you forge ahead, keep a check on how much present you really are in the present. The trauma of the past and anxiety of the future is what's eating up our time. The time in which we may have developed a new skill,
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