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  • Solace in the Mundaneness – The Veranda

    Solace in the Mundaneness – The Veranda

    I feel privilegedto have a small veranda alwaysIn our houseThe veranda has wovenhundreds of storiesSometimes,It seems like a shawl of memoriesWrapping me in a cold winter nightWhen everyone is asleepBut I come here to seekMy answers from someone.In the midst of the veil of mistWaiting outsideI feel scaredWhat if I never findThe stories I left…

  • Solace in the Mundaneness – Far Away from the Urban Cacophony

    Solace in the Mundaneness – Far Away from the Urban Cacophony

    I was sitting on the couch And reading a book All of a sudden, A flock of birds came And sat on the hibiscus tree beside my window. I kept the book aside And started gazing at those tiny birds They were chirping fearlessly Jumping from a branch of the tree To another From bottom…

  • Solace in the Mundaneness – The Tailor Bird

    Solace in the Mundaneness – The Tailor Bird

    I have a tiny visitor at home. She is very small and cute. It’s a tailor bird, visiting me every day when she comes, dancing, jumping from one brunch to another, searching for her food, and chirping without any worry or stress for her life. She comes to sit on the tagar tree beside our…

  • Solace in the Mundaneness – Savoring the Moment

    Solace in the Mundaneness – Savoring the Moment

    Among the things that I am on my way to unlearning from my mother’s teachings, is not having time to pause and breathe. Like any other mother, Maa is always in a hurry, never waits to pause, or to breathe, and never stops to appreciate the beauty of a moment. Maybe all mothers are alike.…

  • Solace in the Mundaneness – Remembering Salim Ali

    Solace in the Mundaneness – Remembering Salim Ali

    In front of our houseThere is a guava tree.In the brunches of it,There lives a bird colony.I can hear the birds talkingSometimes shouting at their children,Sometimes loving themSometimes taking care of themSometimes asking their neighborsAbout there whereaboutsSometimes they sit for teaching their childrenSometimes they teach them how to singI try to intercept their chirping.The more…