Category: Mypoia
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On a new life and an old year
Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed~ Mary Oliver It was a morning of August. I was standing near the signal after my regular walk, waiting for the traffic light to change its color. She was there, wearing her smile under a blue mask, spreading warmth through her eyes, ” […]
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Living in a pandemic: Longing, the word, the feeling
“And now I understand something so frightening &wonderful- how the mind clings to the road it knows,rushing through crossroads, sticking like lint to the familiar.”― Mary Oliver Last week I heard it for the first time- my daughter reminiscing her recent pasts- “Remember when I used to go to school, you used to make smoothies?”
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My thoughts about Women’s Day
I grew up in India. That means I know a country that kills its girls before they are born. A country where parents of a girl child have to work hard to save money for dowry. A country where wings of women are chopped and dreams are shoved. A country where love happens only on […]
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Petrichor, once more
As I am writing here, rain has returned to the bay. Hills over my shoulder are sleeping, tucked in fog and cloud. This time every year my mind becomes overactive, and creatively wanders on muddy paths, jumps in puddles, rescues fallen leaves, wipes off raindrops on the blurry windows of nostalgia, whispers to the rose […]
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Temporary
When I was in my twenties, my life felt like someone’s unending wedding party that I had to attend- joyful but stretchy.
A Journey Called Life ... 