Just by chance, I happened to make a painting. Then it told me something… My friend and colleague Sukanya and I made an animation video out of what this painting told me. I hope you will see it. Click on this link or any of the stills below, from the animation.
Tag: silence
No Different Kinds of Love
Among the plethora of videos available to view nowadays, and new ones being generated each second, here is one more — No Different Kinds of Love. It says that while relationships may be different — such as between parent-child, girl-boy, among friends — but the love is the same. There are no different kinds of… Continue reading No Different Kinds of Love
A Blob of Love (animation)
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 The Dark Room
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
Children, Philosophy, Meaning, and Joy
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
Quiet Day
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.
Touch The Bark of A Tree
Does the tree cry inside, as it grows, pushing aside the very earth that nourished it? “You are so calm!” she said. Touch the bark of a tree. You will know many unknowns. “Oh how you flower, tree!” Work happens not in summer. Work happens not in spring, or in August. That is just delivery… Continue reading Touch The Bark of A Tree
The Car Horn
Quite like a rod would physically penetrate the chest, the sound of the car horn penetrated me. It hurt. It hurts whenever I hear a piercing loud car horn. I am sitting on the terrace at home in a small town near Bangalore, called Udupi. The sound of traffic is constant almost all day long.… Continue reading The Car Horn
Reader Feedback on 12 Drops of Silence
Anita Nihalani is a yoga teacher in Assam. A Maths post graduate, she is also a prolific writer and poet. On reading 12 Drops of Silence she emailed me this response. I am grateful and elated, feeling somewhat of a trembling at her kind words — sharing the happiness with you. Words were put in… Continue reading Reader Feedback on 12 Drops of Silence
With Flourish, Judiciously
Dear Reader, Coming soon, to the device already in your hands – my first book “11 Drops of Silence”. This is the book cover. I will share more about the book as I go further along the self-publishing process. I hope the silence that is our womb, the source of all words, continues to bring… Continue reading With Flourish, Judiciously