The darkness within

“If you see me go into that state, please hold my hand. I’ll be fine then.” A more self-aware statement had not been heard from D in a long time. All the anger, rage, mania, distilled into one tremendously tender realisation. It happened when he was alone. ‘It’ was a place where D may have

Of anonymous bow-bows and meow-meows

What is keeping us here?

Colour me young

Colouring your hair.

Similar and different

We are more similar than we think.

Lenses

I again spoke to a friend with whom i had a major disagreement a few days ago. Both of us realised that we had seen the same thing and yet, come to different conclusions that felt like an attack on each other. “Sorry,” was said multiple times.

The gong song

I observe the people around. Some are looking forward to the sounds, some don’t like it, others are on their mobile — that’s a seperate category. Me, I am still figuring out.

From ‘and’ to ‘versus’

Some thing(s) we in general, and i in particular, said had led to this.

Mrs. and Mr. SBI

How does a story change when it is approached from different points of view?

An exercise in letting go

I shift focus to what I want to do. I move to places where there is balance, finding sense in my moments, making them concise and precise. I breathe. “Just do that,” I tell myself.

Fight. Against?

Who are we fighting today? Why are we fighting?