The songs of my heart

  सादी सरळ गजाल . म्हाका चाफ्याचे कलम लावपाचे आशिल्लें , आनी तुजेकडेन मेकळी सुवात . Simple deal. झाड म्हजे - तू रोयतलो , जगयतलो .   नर्सरीतल्यान भायर सरतना थंय रातराणी दिसली . हि out of deal. पूण म्हज्या मनाची एक फँटसि - कि म्हज्या बेडरुमाभायर एक रातराणी आसची . अशी स्ट्रॅटेजिकली placed कि रातीं वाऱ्यावेल्लो तीचो परमळ नीट म्हज्याच रुमांत येवचो . हावें ती रातराणीय घेवन तुका दिली . फँटसि चे कांय सांगूंना . तुवें ती खंय रोयली तेवूय केन्ना विचारले ना . आयज दिसलें कि तेंच एक रूपक जावन उरलें - आमचेमदल्या   नात्याचें . संवसारांत जे कितें घडटा , ताका कितेंयतरी हेत / purpose आसता खय . So, was that a sign?   फाटीं ओवळांच्या दिसांनी ओवळांचो वळेसर घेवन , ताच्या परमळांत मुग्ध - धुंद जातना दिसले - अशेच धुंद जाता हांव तुज्या परमळांत . मागीर दिसलें - खरेच - तुजो   दरेक स्पर्श , दरेक नदर , केन्ना केन्ना उतराय - ओवळांवरीच - अचळय सुटून तशीच मोन्यानी देवतात . ते सगळे स्पर्श , उ...

So I changed my menstrual cup in the office washroom yesterday. Without a mess, without any difficulty. Clean job! I am so excited that I want to share this ‘achievement’ and hence, this post. To those of you who have already made a switch to the menstrual cup, I can feel you congratulating me. Thank you so much! To those of you who haven’t yet made the switch, please make it. If I can do this, ANYONE can! Here are some of my experiences. I ordered the cup almost one year ago. I bought the WOW cup after reading up a lot of reviews online and mostly because a friend was using that brand. Well, honestly, I had difficulties using it because -           I was a beginner -           It is soft silicon so the cup wouldn’t open after it went it. I switched to Boondh cup after 2 months - and the world changed. I’ll talk about the advantages first. -     To me, at number 1 wil...

  Textures and weaves Shapes and stiches, Colours and some magic, They gave it all to me one day. I was to make myself a dress I liked.   I made three.   For the first one, I chose the silver moonlight, Filtered through the perfect leaves of the jasmine tree, casting intricate patterns in sheer and lace of my whole tender flesh. For the accessories, I wore some cool breeze in my hair.   For the second, I chose the rain. There was a little chaos on the windowpane Some tiny droplets wandering about the misty planes. I picked that chaos and draped it Calf length. A minimum accessory look. A touch of mist on the lips is all it took.   For the third, I turned to you. A magical pick. This looks like a pattern of how you behold, Of how your eyes move about my body, But when I wear it, I find myself adorning the stars- Glitter and blush on the velvet of my skin. I’d like to finish the look with a rose ...

There is a pattern to how this argument goes – invariably always. So I thought of leaving this pattern here- just in case anyone wants to argue. Filter through this first. They’ll ask, “are you a feminist?” or say something like “that’s so ‘feministic’.” Here, the word feminist is pronounced with a certain tone of disgust. If you mean to ask if I advocate the rights of women, if I believe in equality of sexes, yes, I am a feminist. And I think you should be too. If you mean to ask me if I hate men and think women are superior to men, you must use a different word. Perhaps ‘chauvinist’ is a good option. Wrong use of the word feminism shows lack of homework. Also, remember that it is very irresponsible to spread wrong notions. So use your words carefully. Of course, no, I am not a chauvinist. Every time any injustice/atrocity/insults against women are called out on a mass scale, a counter argument of equal injustice/atrocity/insults on men are called out and the women taki...

Just sit there, Let it sink in. Deep. Like, you know how sometimes a smile, a gaze, a word, a touch, sets butterflies (or burns) around the whole outside of your skin, Or like how sometimes a sight, a smell, or a sound brings down a crashing flood of memories, Just sit there, Let it sink in.  Those butterflies, burns, floods, they like to seep in slowly, get under your skin, rush through your existance and touch your soul. They like to stir in a bit there, (sometimes even whirl) and create little ripples (or giant waves) But you sit there and watch those little brats sink a living heart into darkness (or bliss). In any case,  Just sit there  and let it sink in. Because when they are finally gone,  you will rise with a certain strength. Only, remember, next time around, with all that strength, Just sit there  and let it sink in!

Does this ever happen to you? Like, you are travelling in a crowded bus, and among the mess of pleasant and unpleasant scents in there, you smell a particular perfume. That scent unleashes a flood of emotions in you. Memories. Attachments. Entanglements? Perfume? That insignificant detail? Well, we seem to belong to the creed of people who have a knack of remembering such insignificant details. Time, my friend is an idea that can be killed by an insignificant detail. इस क़दर प्यार से ऐ जान-ए-जहां रक्खा है दिल के रुख़सार पे इस वक़्त तेरी याद ने हाथ This happens! This killer line is NOT an idea.  Memories can be so soothing on the  heartaches.  While leaving the Higher Secondary School midway, I almost broke down while saying goodbye to my favourite professor. He smiled and lovingly and playfully shook my head. I still use the memory of that touch... (not words, no!) to gather my spirit in low times.   एक जंगल है तेरी आँखों में मैं ...