I am just a baffled person,overwhelmed by general idiocy,childishness of some “adults” –with heads full of air I wonderhow do they survive? Oh!Definitely disgusted by hypocrisy,blind self serving practicesthat put sense of responsibilityin the backseat while pride drivesdrunk in haughtiness…brainfried by general lack of logic.
Tag: anthropologyoflove
Love varies from every point of view.
Dry Hands
A drop of sandalwood oil, a drop of rose oil, ten drops of glycerin in a warm cup of water – it read. Dip your finger tips, wait half an hour. She always has the best solution to dry hands, my mother. Care. Yet when inside it rains, and she claps her hands, it is […]
#Courage
Courage, I read, is not the absence of fear. Neither is it devoid of any anxiety. Little to do with ego, much to do with faith at the face of adversity. Gracious even with the knowledge of a foe in friendships trusting mask. Courage is when you stand up for yourself. That’s it. That’s enough. […]
Love
None will prepare you for that love. Every bit of pain, discomfort, fear, you felt – every bit… amplifies that love. Even while fumbling upon broken pieces of old memories, cannot imagine being more complete, immersed in love, as I am when my child hugs me in the morning. None will prepare you for that […]
Free Spirit
What’s there to not love about your favourite auntie? When free reign is only free as skin-deep is deep, when metaphors become allegories, Blues become happy and parents stand on the side stage cheering you on – as your free-spirited auntie stands with your feisty interests. What’s there not to love about a mouth that […]
Mommy Diaries: Divorce, Possibilities, and Lessons
I came across a post that asks the same question that I – a feminist – asked for a while. Why aren’t marriages lasting like our grandparents generation – what changed? A very smart person from America replied: This is answered weekly and no one is listening. You might also ask, “Why didn’t women have […]
Mommy Diaries: Familiarity and Illnesses
I always saw my parents stressing when I’d fall sick. That didn’t stop me from getting flu, getting into accidents, playing in vehicle impoundment yards, construction sites, electric generator rooms, and the list goes on. My question was: if the street urchins can, why can’t I? Why should their childhood be filled with dangerous liberty […]
Root Tribe
I looked for my tribe here and there. Wanting to belong somewhere. All day I thought about it, then at night I had to say it – student life is not easy, but being student is a wheezy, till you find that perfect ambrosia for a soul from elsewhere but mind of a Richardus Sophista. […]
Mommy Diaries: Thoughts on Santa and Tree Decor
He’s still a baby, much of what he does now will not remain a memory for him but rather a memory for us. So no way I can truly say with conviction that his first Christmas celebration is made special really for him. It’s for us. As parents. And for me, as a first time […]
First winter
Frozen greens – on rolling hills. I know the owner as he prepares Christmas carols to sing. Heisse Marroni stands are up, darkest month filled up with light and love. I stand here waiting and watching train-tracks fill up with snow. A thought occurred as footprints of many appeared this morn. I too saw your […]
ANTHROPOLOGY OF LOVE 