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The Real Heroes.

A few days ago, Bombay Times carried an interview of  the Indian rapper Yo Yo Honey Singh. It was a tell-all about his disappearance from the public glare for around 18 months; a period  during which he battled a very frightening monster called Bi-polar Disorder. The state of mind he described reminded me of what I have seen a dear one go through.  A person very close to me suffers from the  illness, and I have been a witness to the struggle - his and ours.

           We had never heard the name, or known someone who suffered from the illness.   So,  it was akin to solving a jigsaw puzzle where the pieces just wouldn't fit!  Our psychiatrist did explain it in detail and so did my counsellor, but, ultimately, we were on our own.  We didn't have anyone coming up to offer solace, or assure us that this wasn't the end. 

           At times, as I sat in the hospital lounge, I would look around trying to find someone who was in a similar predicament as I; on whos…

Wordy Wednesday.

Chapter 4

              Chapter 5.

                         "I extend my hand and feel her's slip into mine, as if that's where it has always belonged! I look up into her deep blue eyes and find myself there;  those eyes, which I have looked into for lifetimes together. She giggles softly and murmurs into my ears,"Lost again in the deep blue sea, are we?" And, it sends shivers down my spine. The magnetic energy that runs through us each time we are together confirms my belief that we have been together. Always!"  Serena spoke in a hushed tone; a tear slipped down her right eye. She smiled a contented smile. As if she had finally found the answer. As if she was finally home, where she belonged.

           She had visited her past life, where she had been Jeremy, a sailor.  He had lived a happy life with his soul-mate Natasha, whom he had loved  since his childhood. How glad that had made Serena, to know she had lived such a fulfilling life! 


Wordy Wednesday.

Chapter 3 here

    Chapter 4.

                 Sister Anita would always say," Keep high aspirations, moderate expectations and small needs,"  And, each time she said that, Serena wondered if the Sister was trying paint a sordid picture of 'life'.  She had followed  the Sister words from the time she had learnt how life could leave her bewildered with her weird ways. She hadn't expected a lot out of life, aimed low and accepted all that came her way. But,  here, at the workshop, with a hundred people gathered with great expectations in their hearts, she wondered again if she should follow the Sister's maxim, or her slightly high aspirations.

             The doctor had invited a few people onto the stage for a regression session. There was murmuring amongst the crowd, and a perplexed look on the faces of the people on the stage. Would they be able to concentrate;  meditate with all this disturbance around? Serena could feel a similar doubt creeping up her spine.…

Holi hai!

"Holi hai, bhai, holi hai...bura na mano holi hai!"

                The 'war cry' of this festival of colours echoes in my mind today as I write this post. It's  been ages since I last celebrated the day; must be 3 decades, or so. But, the holi that I played all those years ago - the one during my childhood -  was the best. The unbridled enthusiasm, our uninhibited kiddy conduct, and  the carefree I miss it all today! 

              We kids would nag mom to get all the holi supplies in advance: the gulaal, the cheap, plastic pichkaris and the brightest of colours, oh, and also the old clothes we would wear on D day! Although,  when we were little school kids, clothes never mattered. I remember, one year, when I was around 8 years of age, I was out the entire day, all wet and coloured, roaming the streets of my area dressed in my chemise! God! I cringe on remembering that day! But, that's the fun of childhood, isn't it? Innoce…