That one Book!

Two weeks or perhaps three months ago – after all it was Bergson who knew, I was asked: What is your ONE favourite book out of all these books? Without realizing the consequences, I pulled the book out of the shelf: This one. The Forty rules of love While flipping through the book haphazardly as …

I loved you

I was tidying my closet and discovered a bundle of undelivered letters and a diary with pages after pages filled with bleeding words, skillfully tied together with a black ribbon. I untied it. The cover of the diary had a very short but powerful scribbled note: Dear Future self, I do not think I will …

Making sense through Rumi!

“At thirty-four Rumi was an acknowledged leader of men. His life was the life of a learned orthodox professor addressing vast audiences on religion, jurisprudence and morals. He lived simply, studied deeply and lectured eloquently. His circle of disciples was already becoming unwieldy.” She was directionless. She had no ambition in life. She did not …

Intimate ink and strong bonds!

I like to time travel whenever I doubt my existence. Whenever I want to see myself as a whole again, to feel enriched by what I had seen, felt, heard and gone through. Last night, I found myself time-travelling again, going through my memory box, memory folder, memory albums, memory books, just a lot of …

I found gold!

"Watch the sunrise” has been on my to-do-before-I-die list for a very long time. My excuse was that life was happening. And of course, it was, but still, it was not good enough to not witness one of the absolutely majestic displays of nature. I had recently gained some confidence in my adventurous explorations and in that …

Dear Sister

As I peeped out of the front seat, I saw you holding onto the bars of the school gate with your tiny hands while crying your eyes out. I was driven home. You did not want to be separated from me. You were 5. I was 7. As we grew up, you became an integral …

Tabriz, Rumi, Ishq and I

I held the “box” over the bin until my hands ached. I wanted to throw everything. I wanted to get rid of the last reminders.  But, how many times had I already tried to empty this box in the past? Countless. In anger. In hatred. In a moving-on sense. But, I could never do it. …

A psychedelic trip!