Joy

Beacon of the Wise

Dreamer: I am so excited! Doubter: Not me. I don’t like this at all. It’s far away and could be dangerous. Dreamer: Nonsense! This is my dream handed to me on a silver platter. Doubter/Realist (they’re close cousins): Who is going to run your business while you’re away? Dreamer: My fabulous team whom I completely […]

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Fragile Life

A year ago, I didn’t know there was a lady blogger called Janaki Nagraj who spun poems and wrote about things that made an impact on her; was a fitness enthusiast and a hands- on mom. Janaki is gem collector. She trawls the internet and selects priceless gems from it- be they thought provoking insights, […]

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Utopia

The word was first used in the book Utopia (1516) by Sir Thomas More. It refers to an imagined place or state of things where everything is perfect. When you are utopic, you are defining your highest vision of your life. You are describing the best that you think the world can be. You are […]

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Find The Silence

You are walking along a shady road on a cool October morning. The road is resplendent with tall trees on both sides. It is one of those days when time is not measured by the clock but by the fragrant coolness that enters lazily through your nostrils and leaves pools of contentment in its wake. […]

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Need For Affection

The first part of this story is An Ordinary TV Remote He would come home stressed out and tired. All he would want was to slump in front of the TV and pretend to be engrossed in some obscure program or game with his attention and thoughts tuned out. She, having at last put the […]

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An Ordinary TV Remote

I am dying. I’d like to tell you my story before I vanish into oblivion. I know what you are thinking. You think just because I am an ordinary TV remote, my life wasn’t worth living, let alone recording. Unglamorous and undistinguished are probably the adjectives snickering away in the dusty corners of your mind. […]

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Passionate Fifty- Fives

Love He calls me Ragini. I’m not just an inanimate flute to him. I come to life in his hands. I breathe with his breath and sing to the music in his soul.. matching him… beat for beat, rhythm for rhythm. I desire nothing but to belong to him- to draw my life from his […]

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