My Reverie

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We recently celebrated 72 years of Independent India, as a nation, we have come a long way. There has been tremendous progress on many accounts but when it comes to women, a lot still needs to done. Are women of our country truly free? Do they have the rig ht to choose, or freedom of thought, freedom of speech?   Are they able to walk, talk or dress as they wish without being judged or trolled? Women are not free as they fear being judged at every step in life .The whole world seems to decide what is right f or a woman. She more often than not lacks the simple freedom of making her own decisions. So much talk about equality and women emancipation, but at the heart of it all it is the same.   Till today, we hear of honor killings, acid attacks, rapes , molestation. T oo many ills plague women even today, like dowry system, illiteracy, sexual harassment, inequality, female infanticide, domestic violence child abuse, rape, pros titution, illegal trafficking. Pr ejudice runs de

Have you heard the songs of silence . Or seen the darkness in the light . Have you known the pain in love ? If not , have you really loved ? I want to hear you , your laughter , your voice . See that smile , the twinkle in your eye. Can you speak to me , across space and time . Beyond this life . We were meant to be . But may the journey was till here, So far so good , Another day, another chance . May be , it would have been different . From the crease of your brow , I knew . From the twitch in your smile , I knew From the spring in your step , as you walked by When you looked away and without looking me in the eye . I knew-it then , I know it now . you were always living a lie . Inspite of the noise  , I can hear the silence . The silence of my soul, my inner being Alone in a crowded room. I have been crying , It is below me to weep I am gasping for air , lay me down and let me sleep . I am a woman , I am a girl, I am a child, I am me . Let me be , let me be free I don’t ha

Don’t Troll, Just Live & Let Live !! Okay, I know, I am a little  late and many of you might think , I have just woken up from my stupor to write about something that is so last week but if you hear me out, you might understand the magnitude of the problem. In fact, you may even feel that the problem is as relevant today as it was yesterday . It has been brewing for sometime, like a storm in a teacup ! So, kindly bear with me as I vent out. Intrestingly, it is not about me or anything personal, but it bothers me .  So here goes: I fail to fathom, why do people troll celebrities and especially female celebrities at the drop of a hat! Why do they consider it their natural birth right to rip people apart behind the convenient shield of a computer screen? How can some people use the anonymity  which a social media platform provides to disgrace and troll women with such alarming intensity?  The frequency of these virulent cyber trolling is growing by the minute, almost every

 WANDERLUST “Once you have travelled, the voyage never ends but is played out over and over again in the quietest chambers, the mind can never breakout from the journey”- Pat Conroy. Memories are empowering, sometimes, years after something has happened in your life, you remember it vividly as if the event occurred recently. Incidentally, this happens to only the most delightful memories as they are priceless to the heart and mind. Memories capture the human mind space and can be revisited as per convenience and demand.  In the literal sense, “m emories”  comprise the human ability to encode, store, retain and subsequently recall information and earlier experiences. In fact, the memory of a precious experience becomes more important than the experience itself. Experience  essentially comprises of the knowledge of an event through involvement.   The history of the word  “ experience” is intricately linked with experiment, it is about engaging and exposure. What makes an expe

IN THE QUEST OF THE UNKNOWN “The World is a book and those who do not travel read only a page” St. Augustine. Since time immemorial, man has been driven by the desire to travel, to see the unseen and to discover the unknown. Fuelled by this unbridled ambition to unravel the priceless gems of mother earth, man has been exploring the bountiful wonders of this planet. The word travel probably originates from French word “ t ravail”. The literal meaning of the word “travel” is to go from one place to another, to undertake a journey. The discovery of various means of transport changed lives. W ith time and technology, travel has developed into a highly evocative word capable of conjuring up a plethora of diverse images. How did it all begin and where did it all start? Back in the Stone Age, when man was still evolving, exploration was a way of life. Man was constantly on the move for food and shelter. As the human race evolved, new modes of transport were invented and commutin

T oo beautiful, too beautiful to let die ,I was out of teardrops and u forgot to cry! This is my tribute to our love, not our love story, because there never was a story in the conventional sense. Not a typical run of the mill story for sure. There was no beginning, no end, no tumultuous middle, there was a just a consistent and constant love. Like a resounding sound or reverberating music. It was just there, like the sun’s first rays or the moonbeams, it was everywhere yet one does not really sit up and take notice. We were anyway not the regular mush-mush run of the mill lovers but two fiery, feisty kindred souls who kept fighting what they should have accepted from the first moment, that they were two of a kind, that were meant to be together forever. We both knew, we were meant to be , we knew no other way and yet caught up in our own petty egos, no one wanted to make the first move. No one ever said the word, we moved on. To different cities, different people. New lov