I Am

In the wind blowing by, rustling up the leaves, blowing up the hair, brushing off the face; I AM; In each droplet of rain, be it the first or the last, falling angrily with thunder or calmly with a breeze; I AM; In each emotion being expressed fully or not; I AM; In the first…

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The Monologue

Character: Self Audience: Self/The Universe Setting: Standing at the edge of a cliff in the Himalayas Objective: To seek and to be Standing here, yet again I think of jumping. But into what, I know not. Haven’t I jumped multiple times already. Can it be more uncertain that it already is. I am not even…

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The 230 Taka Milkshake and the 15 Taka Poha

It was a seemingly normal day in Dhaka and after getting free from work, I decided to grab a quick bite in a nearby restaurant Yellow Submarine. I had heard a lot about this place but this was my first time there. Upon entering it, I realized how expensive it is but since I was…

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The small boat in the big Banani lake

My current home is right besides the Banani lake in Dhaka, Bangladesh and from the big window in my room, I am blessed with a mesmerizing view. The lake is mostly empty except for a few boats which keep plying in the lake ferrying people from one end to another. Some boats make the regular…

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O’ Universe, Beautiful is thy way

O’ Universe! Beautiful is thy way The more I let go of control, the more control I have over it all; The more logic I seek,  the less it makes sense; The more I go with the flow, the more alive I feel; All that exists is uncertain, yet it all seems so certain; O’…

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And then Blindfolded We Danced: The Magic in a touch

I had the pleasure of attending a dance therapy session organized by the extremely talented Ashoka fellow Tripura Kashyap.Though, I am a free dancer in my private space, I am quite shy, thus the mere thought of dancing/body movements in front of strangers made me apprehensive about the session. Also, for me dance is all…

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Dance to thy tune: Find thy song

O’ Friend Thou are the infinite, the whole, one with the creator and the creation; What makes thee think there isn’t a purpose to thy existence, O’ Friend, when even a machine carries no extra parts; What makes thee think of thyself as an unneeded part in this universal machine; Shed off the eons of…

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