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Rabbit Hole

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I went down a rabbit hole trying to sort and organize old albums. Not digital, but printed photographs. Some are jaded with Time and have a strange and musty smell as if carrying the heaviness of years.  These photographs carry a million worlds within them. The photographs of those who have left us and gone to better worlds...their youth, their dreams, their aspirations, their lives, all play out like a movie in my hands. Looking at these old pictures, I wonder if they had truly lived a life they wanted to or the one they had dreamed of.  Personal photographs are tough to go through as well, where flashes of all that went on in one's mind and heart washes over, once again.  It is as if I have gone back to that Moment and Time in the Past. The innocence of those days, the fun times, the happy times, the momentous times full of joyous celebrations and wonderful heartwarming moments, everything appears just as the Present in those priceless pictures in my hands. The backstor...
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Just this Moment

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Does anything ever truly make sense? What dots are we meant to connect? What purpose are we to derive? What lessons are we to learn? What are we to make of anything? What are we to make of everything?  The senseless wars,  The calamitous natural disasters,   Loss of countless lives Unbearable personal losses Nothing makes sense anymore  Fate, Time, Destiny... Nothing offers solace anymore. Maybe there are no hidden patterns, No great Karmic revelations,  No patterns to unfold, No method in all this madness, Just random things, all happening...  All around us And so much onto us To keep looking for a purpose, To make sense of things... To look for some light in our shroud of darkness, To find melody in the deafening silences... Maybe this only leads to more grief  Maybe this only leads to spiralling down Maybe this just cripples us When all we imagined was That difficult lives should have happy endings Alas, it appears not so. So, here we stand, br...
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Solidarity

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Re posted from Archives...April 2020.  I was in my mid 20s when this happened. One day, I came to know that a young pilot who lived in the neighbourhood had died in a chopper crash that day. Bad news tends to travel like wildfire and the palpable gloom that enveloped the community was evident. I remained confined to the house with my toddler when a friend came up and rang the bell. Aren't you coming to visit Mrs. S to offer condolences? she asked. I don't know her, I mumbled. It would be odd to visit her for the first time given the circumstances. She will be surrounded by friends and family, it would be very awkward and what would I say, I muttered feebly with diffidence. It is to express solidarity, she said. It doesn't matter that you don't know her, it doesn't matter that you don't know what to say, just come and be there. In times of grief and crisis all that matters is that people, even strangers stand together to offer comfort to the person, my friend ins...
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Time

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  That is how Time tells its stories of us Leaving its mark on us Each moment etched into the landscape of our lives Every phase-the dark and the dreary,  The bright and the peaceful, A few scars remain Some deep and dark, some barely a sliver Holding every moment for eternity That is how Time tells its stories of us
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