a blob of lovesquiggly lightin its weightand in sightdropped itselfin the plightof the overthinkingmind. suddenly all turbulencesettled down.oh! what a sight! ~ vani murarka
In this dark room, everything is ok. The world needs to hear and see success stories, but ultimately each person, in his / her dark room, must experience this ‘everything is ok’. It doesn’t make for much of a movie or a story, but *this is it*. Not emphatically, but simply because this really is… Continue reading In The Dark Room
We were children. I used to love the conversations we had exchanging thoughts and ideas, my brother and I. We were on the terrace, talking. I shared some thought of wonderment with my brother. A what-if kind of thought. He said, “It’s all just mental masturbation.” I interpreted his statement as, “It’s all pointless, undesirable… Continue reading Children, Philosophy, Meaning, and Joy
A few days back a feature in my software Geet Gatiroop stopped working. It prompted me to write this piece — Code can be so fragile. So many unknown factors. So many extraneous parties to connect to in so many different ways. Any of them may crack anytime. So many specifications to figure out. And… Continue reading Fragile Code, Fragile Life
I think I might never heal — physically, mentally. Of course healing entails being OK with that. Then, when you are OK with that, they say you get to directly experience (and be) the whole Universe. That’s what I’m interested in. Some people talk of worshipping. I’m so uninterested in worshipping. Yes, this I have… Continue reading Never and Forever Well-Formed
I’m really grateful that I have water to drink. Cool water to bathe in every day. Even during the COVID lockdown, one day I found myself feeling grateful that there is cool water in the tap to bathe with. Kolkata is going through a heat wave right. In that there is no electricity problem in… Continue reading Water, and a home.
She was a lady of indomitable spirit. Even as a child Aditi was strong willed and full of energy. She kept getting into trouble at school because she was so naughty. But, she was also good at studies. The beginning of school year was always interesting to her. Actually, the weeks before the new school… Continue reading Fiction: Because She Just Knew
It was quiet whole day longI didn’t listen It is quiet now, and I’m listening The room is quietA night shade lights the roomFiles download quietly, over there Yes there’s noisefrom these wordsas I speak them in my mindwhile I write —to tell you of the quiet. Make it in your place somedayListen.
I am a huge ball of emotions. A huge potent ball of emotions. I research myself. I research myself by observing my emotions. That is why I wrote once: एहसासों की लड़ी है यह ज़िन्दगी एक एक एहसास को सहेज कर, समेट कर, धीरे धीरे आगे बढ़ती हूँ। कमरा बिखरा रह जाता है। Emotions have… Continue reading Observing The Logic In Our Emotions
“It’s so nice of you… admirable…” a girl said to me in the bus in Iowa. “What?” I asked puzzled. “You go back to India after every semester to attend to your family, and then you come back each semester to study,” the girl said. I laughed and said, “No! Nothing like that. I’m not… Continue reading The Face We Show The World – Our Rising Sign