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Magic called Friendship

Yes, I believe in magic. Yes, I believe there are genies, wizards, pixies and fairies. They live with us or sometimes even far, far away from us. But they will make sure you are dazzling on your first date. Sometimes they will be upto no good and make you drunk till you puke.They will hold you high on your carpet to make sure you dont fall. Their one look is as good as a dose of vertaserium, you will spit out the truth quickly.For me my two best friends are magical creatures, with me since good two decades. Miles apart, sometimes paused with silences between us. But always being there when I need them. If this is not magic, then don’t know what is? 4 August 2019

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For A Strong Mind: Challenge 2019

This challenge has truly taught me the importance of a strong Mind.We were probably the only Indian family doing this together at the event. It’s a day which I will definitely narrate to my grandchildren. Here is my story:The first 30km were achievable. But the last 10km it was 75% mental battle and that made a difference!! The Plumpton hill ( last 10km) killed me even though I had prepared there only two weeks ago. Whilst training, I had wondered if I should move from London to that lovely part of Sussex. Last Sunday, when I was almost alone on that stretch, with barely any human interaction, I wanted to get out of there!I still can’t believe I have done it but I know for certain that I won’t hang my boots yet. For those of you know me, I was always a ‘ Bhatukli Samarat’, always taking solace in imaginary worlds and books.If you asked me when I was 10, if I would walk a long distance, you would have heard me cry!As a teenager, I did enjoy going for walks but academia took over. There wasn’t ‘E’ for Exercise in my dictionary.The walks which I usually did were upto Shivaji Park or Worli Promenade with a pit stop at local pani puriwala. Or as Adi would say, in a Mall.Marriage to Mr Sports Charming and family meant, exercise and sports were at Dinner table.Its only when I arrived in […]

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Tram Line 28

We boarded the famous route on a busy Sunday evening full of christmas shoppers. The driver asked everyone to move down and make room. The tram manuvered its way through the steep and winding streets of Lisbon. Sometimes, the tram had to halt with the load of passengers. I sat in a corner looking out, admiring the 1930s tram line […]

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#MeToo

#Metoo, Me three, Me fourLet the silences unschackle and make a way for an outpour. That brutal gaze, that unwanted touch, those lewd remarks,With a sly smile, mock laughter or those numerous fake pleas. In dark alleys, on morning runs,in a broad daylight bazaar, amidst ganpati processions. That builder in slippers on the train , the whats his name lad drowning in perfume at the bar, the man in a suit with a fancy car. Empty promises, emotional blackmail or unwarranted threats,Sober or drunk, in isolation or crowded streets. My chiffon sari, my friend’s floral dress, my sisters short skirtWill tell you the same story of vulnerability,Of burning rage, of unspoken words, of moral guilt trips, of repressed shame.Ofcourse, the person responsible wasOnly Me. With no safe place to disclose, hush your tone, what will They think, it happens, you will fall flat on your nose. Time we address a change and create an uproar.Because it has been MeToo, Me Three and Me Four. 17 October 2017

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An Ode to Summer of 2017

Please Stay!Don’t leave now,your warm tenderness.The many a picnics, sweet berries and stories spun on a glorious day.Of yellow linen dresses and stolen caresses,As my eyes twinkle in your bewitching mellow rays.Blue clear skies which pierce my carefree soul,the taste of mint o choco cream,as I humm your songon the crisp evening stroll.I know Autumn beckons with its promise of […]

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