Maa ki saree

 While arranging her closet, Badimaa ( father's eldest brother's wife -my Aunt) was showing me a repurposed wedding saree of her own Lt.mother.

Aunt shared that my sister (her daughter) has got her own saree embroidered with that wedding saree which has real silver and gold work and is timeless.

I was in awe with the silver peacock design so beautifully done. And the most beautiful part was the lineage a mother passed on to her daughter. I felt happy seeing that they both kept that space to hold on to those memories.

And at the same time, I asked myself what will I carry from my mom? Hope I will be able to dissolve the generational trauma and anger (Definately not thinking of any material stuff). 

Will I have that heart to hold kindness and love with ease and effortlessness? Inspite of the wound that never heals or gets nudged every now and then?

Well I think there is a reason for everything that God has chosen for me and I should be ok with it all.

Today is Akshya Tritiya, what better day to document this precious and timeless wealth of generations, leniage ✍️💝, and I feel I am still blessed to have many motherly figures in life and my family. Ty God ❤️ 🙏

When the Honks Fall Silent

I sobbed and sobbed and sobbed!

Feeling the pain and fear inflicted upon the victims. 

Thinking of people who chose the path of 'Terror'...

Spent nights scrolling through reels, depicting how humanity's landscape is shifting.

Waking up with feelings of rage, anger and helplessness.

How the politicians, those chosen by so-called 'people',

So blind to their own mortality,

Are bent on infusing biases through what was once the beauty of any community..(Language, religion, region and even gender).

And those innocent at heart but deep in ego, get tangled.

I know every humble heart would have bled at this circus of power, territory, position and bloodshed.

Or probably I was in my own state of numbness that in many years, for the first time I hear not the busy roads (with honks), rather silent cry of humanity, that echoes.

I know there is no going back,

There are predictions and there are eras,

But I ask myself, then why the heck we do what we do? Why the delusion?

Insecurities roared even more...

But from whom? 

Sadly, those in our own surroundings...

Because Today I know the other as 'you',

Oh wait! Do we even know eachother?

My mind races to find the endpoint,

Finding none at the farthest of my contemplation,

Realized, the end has to Begin from once own heart,

With courage to look deeper, stand through the despair and through those individual shortcomings 

I know it's hopeless that will knock me down 

Not once but repeatedly 

But somewhere maybe, just maybe!

A hope with birth

To open the arms and hearts to consider the Me to Mine...

This is my Numb-ness expressed thru sobs.

🌹(To every soul that lost their lives and every heart that's mislead, may they find peace 🕊️)