For a very very long time, I was not much into kids or babies. I didn’t hate them. I just didn’t have any interest in them. I never went cooing and cuddling at the very sight of a new baby, the toddlers stayed away from me and so did I…

P.C — https://bit.ly/30jQ3mz

Have you experienced that sweet smell of winter in the air? Brings back a lot of memories, doesn’t it? Memories of a first crush, of savouring piping hot Kachori-sabzi, of searching for Orion in the sky, of sucking in through invisible cigarettes and blowing out a very much visible vapour…

P.C — https://i.ytimg.com/vi/GeZfaKyqGjU/maxresdefault.jpg

Dear wife. Come,

Let’s go for a walk in this beautiful twilight of our life,

holding hands — lest we trip over the rubbles of memory, now disintegrating -

and marvel at the splendour of this monument we created — this monument called life.

My heart is rife with feelings…

My experience of the 3-day Advait Camp — well it was not the most well organized, time managed camp. There was hardly any attempts by the volunteers to make the participants feel comfortable — no refreshments whatsoever (given that the sessions would go long into the dead of the night)…

PC: https://elunanetwork.org/resources/widowed-parents-incorporating-new-love-and-mindful-re-partnering/

I have been thinking a lot about the state of the affairs of Education in India. Being associated with a (pre)primary alternate education institution (http://theatelier.org/) for the past 2 years, many myths have been dissolved for me and many more questions have taken their place.

I see very clearly that…

William Wordsworth in his poem — The World is too much with us, had put into words precisely what our life has become.When life becomes a race and race becomes a routine, our emotions and intuitiveness numb down. Competitive workplace, loud pubs, frustrating commute and homes that have become more…

PC: http://www.cartoonistgroup.com

Accidentally I strayed into the woods of spirituality. It is a dangerous jungle I guarantee and there is no way out. It sucks you in like a black hole; Not even a cry for help can escape . It’s too late for me. I can not come back now. But…

The weight of its wetness stretched across the skin of her face, one stroke at a time. Forehead, nose, cheeks. A layer of pinkish thick liquid against her dark brown skin. The aroma was intoxicating. She hesitantly tasted the foundation cream then quickly wiped her tongue against her party dress…

“Hit it and drive it away Parvati for god’s sake. How do I work if this rascal keeps barking? Kill it by all means I don’t care but I don’t want to hear even a leaf rustle….”

He was never like this before. This irritable, angry person that he had…

A girl emerges out of the ocean. She has an hourglass figure, flawless skin and she is wearing a neon orange bikini. She catches my eye while I am slouching on an easy chair on the first floor of a shack with pink exteriors. It’s noon time. The air is…

Mukta Singh

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