You are the place
and the moment
where
everything comes
to a pause
for a moment.
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Author: vani
Fiction continued: The Wise Wild Woman
As the morning opened into its full light, she saw a mud hut with colourful paintings on its walls. A short wooden pole had a wooden board nailed to it, which said in rough carving – “Wise Wild Woman”.
A gentle voice was singing inside to the strumming of a string instrument. She bent down to enter through the low door, propelled more by curiosity than anything else. Sitting at a low wooden table, a young girl, seeming sixteen years or so, was singing to her heart’s content, strumming on an Ektaaraa. Somewhat paler than the people of this region, she wore shorts and a loose cotton top with short sleeves. Her short hair was tied up into a bobbing pony-tail.
Fiction continued: Seeking A Wise Wild Woman
The days were getting warmer. Three weeks had passed, she hadn’t gone to office. Her backyard had burst into purple flowers, and she would spend hours sitting at her backdoor …
Fiction continued: Something Stirred Inside Her
This is in continuation from the post: Like The Sky Itself This is part of a fiction series that is unfolding. All episodes in order so far: Shimmering Blue Water The Grasslands Bristled Like The Sky Itself Everything was not hunky-dory. This raw energy whizzing around in her head made her nervous. “What did it… Continue reading Fiction continued: Something Stirred Inside Her
Fiction continued: Like The Sky Itself
This is in continuation from the post “The Grasslands Bristled“ When she was done dancing to her heart’s content, she sat down to eat breakfast — experiencing each juicy bubble of the blackberries in her mouth and as the juice descended down her throat. She felt the cool invigorating energy of the carrot-saag drink rise… Continue reading Fiction continued: Like The Sky Itself
On A Saturday Morning
Writing shall be my main activity for today. So many days have passed, I have not gifted myself the unique beautiful atmosphere that occurs while I write. So writing shall be my main activity for today Should I write in the notebook or on the computer? I like the vibe that is created when writing… Continue reading On A Saturday Morning
Fiction continued: The Grasslands Bristled
This is in continuation from last week’s post “Shimmering Blue Water“ Finally she fell into a deep deep satisfied sleep. When she woke up in the morning, she felt so alive! There was a distinct energy to her body, her mind alert and fresh, everything around her seemed to bristle with energy. The air itself… Continue reading Fiction continued: The Grasslands Bristled
Fiction: Shimmering Blue Water
Under the glittering night sky, she swam naked in that pool meant exclusively for her. She did not know it but he was watching her. In the sky, a deep blue faded into black. On the palm of the earth, a transparent blue danced with her body moving in graceful, long, fish-like strokes. Her black… Continue reading Fiction: Shimmering Blue Water
How Science Helps Me Be Spiritual
The fundamental thing about science is, to observe. Patiently. With childlike curiosity and fascination. Science is not about analysis, mathematics, logic, problem solving, learning a bunch of theories, learning what is right and wrong. They follow sometimes, naturally, as a result of observing keenly and patiently — but science is not about these fundamentally. It… Continue reading How Science Helps Me Be Spiritual
Everything Turned Around
Hans Rosling was a Swedish medical doctor and professor who worked extensively in the field of global health. This is a true story of what happened to him one day while training as a junior doctor. On October 7, 1975, I was plastering a patient’s arm when an assistant nurse burst through the door and… Continue reading Everything Turned Around