Habits of Very Few– Me Included

Being a vegetarian
is a pride in a special way.

Being a Tea Totaler
is still ore meritorious.

Being a nonsmoker
holds my head high.

Being a distinction
in this modern world.

I carry on as one
out of context.

I consider myself
as a great. human.

Behind my back
many condemn me.

Call me a miser.
My living is not stylish.

Being the perception
values differ with
different people.

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No More of Me October 5, 2022

It is the looking forwardthat keeps me going. The anxiety of tomorrowdrives me with a push. I wake up with a renewed energyready to face the day. The day dawns as expectedthe events move in a zig zag. I negotiate like a trained driver clearing one by one, I slow down, overtake, go behindcross and follow […]

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Universal Mother October 3, 2022

She is a motherneither in fleshnor in blood. She mothersneither you, nor mebut the entire She stays calmerupts like a volcanowhile in anger, Fertility aboundsbarrenness is a rarity Endowed with richnessshe copes with allequips and reequips. She remains stoiwithstands sunand rain. She stays forevernot the one whocomes and goes, Known as Earthshe provides bert […]

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Anthem Of Grace October 2, 2022

Seed grows into a saplinggrows rapidly into a treeleaves sprout, form clusters the tree toughens, trunk turns thick, assumesa darkish brown huebranches spreadfar and wide, a shady balmenfolds. Tree is majestic and magnificent reigns supreme, looks gorgeousbeneath the blue sky. Portraying a picturesque combinationof blue and green, Espying, I findmost eyes e […]

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A Slow Walk October 1, 2022

Stepping aside, I turn backdetect the many missteps,trace the numerous faults, I have committed all these years. Theseleave me in an anguish create a dilemma,lacing me in an unenviable status neither thriving nor oppressingmost likely in a sobering place, turningme placid and passive. I continue with a detachment,one of a compulsion to withholdemotional ex […]

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Ambiguity September 30, 2022

The one beyond comprehensionrather a kind of illusiondemanding a rapt attentionconverts to an evolution, which makes me deliberateforcing me to unravel the intricatepresents itself at times ornateimplicating a divisive resonate based on the nuances of infinitytranscends into a divine beauty,as visualized in the process of creativitydevolving into a generic f […]

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By Mistake September 28, 2022

A long-term associat callsinquires about my welfare.talks generally, concludeshe dialed me by mistake Another one messages,before I could begin readingdeletes them, I heard his answer ” I did it by mistake.” My gate creaks, a burly manwishes me, before I could reciprocate He cries ” Oh”,is that you? I came by mistake.” Finally, the postman drops a letteri […]

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Made To Order September 25, 2022

The fetters that surround me invisible and intangiblehave tied me down to a status unfulfilling and thankless. This might sound ambiguous to most that being true on my side born in a traditional community family strictly orthodox confines girls to stay at home regardless of their qualificationsand brilliance,vouchsafes education as an achievement not to […]

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Over A cup of Tea September 24, 2022

At the corner of the roadwithin the premises of a Banka tea vendor has her stall. A makeshift one polycarbonatesheets as roof, a table with the huge boiler,and six plastic chairs, Her hands prepare tea and snackswhile her ears follow closely the gossipthat goes on. A kind of search engine akin to Google, she is abreast […]

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Knock, Knock September 23, 2022

Knock, Knock, continuoustapping on the doorevery morning, keepme on toes. The day starts with gentle rap it is my maid SumathyHer smile enlivens, her maturitygratifies. A deafening tap. it seemsthe doors will give off. Velu.who irons my sarees thunders in.Enacts a dramatic greeting. A pause, I return to the doorresponding to a soft knock.one that is […] […]

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Dining out is a taboo to me leave alone partaking foodwith cutlery. September 22, 2022

I eat with my hands, if I ever visit,n a restaurant, starred hotels.where the tables are set. Fork, spoon, knife beside the plate remainuntouched, The joy of mixing ricewith broth and ghee,rasam and papads, curd and pickle. the curries that go with them,I experience a physical connection, it is Vedas Through the thumb comes spaceThrough […]

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