Entries for the "No Break November" writing contest on thinkdeli.
As night fell, the festival transformed into a magical spectacle, lit by lanterns and the glow of shared joy. Arjun looked around, witnessing the smiles and laughter that filled the square. Villagers danced, sang, and celebrated their stories, embracing the beauty of their interconnectedness. He caught a glimpse of Amar, who danced with his family, the lines of animosity blurred by joy. “This is w...
Expressing GratitudeThis morning, I find myself waking up appreciative of the simple yet profound things in life: the ability to breathe, the health and functionality of my body, the presence of my daughter, and the continued companionship of my mother, who remains with us in her physical form. I also reflect on the absence of my father, whose presence I miss so much. I am thankful for the sustena...
She was interested in everything arty, crafty,flowery, rhythmic, colorful! And she was vocal about it. Always. I was the recipient of the same. Knowingly, unknowingly. Always.She ensured to take me to all places where artisans thrived. All exhibits, workshops, events. They showcased their artistic creations. The place had stalls from all the states of India. Each stall had varied fabrics, varied ...
Today is day 4 of my otherwise always active, never caught doing nothing mom, feeling under the weather, having fever, she's 73,. What's so fearful with a little fever you may ask? The reference to context totally charges when you hear the other side of the story..My father a healthy, fit, strong willed man, who celebrated his 75th birthday on 7th August ,2024, had an early Rakhi celebration, invi...
Root- so many definitions or understandings can come from this one word..Root was the name of a restaurant in the most recent movie I watched.. And it got back so many memories of -Being Rooted inBeing one with the RootsDeep Rooted pains/memories/Deep Rooted conditioning/knowingRoots that go deep deep down, under the surface and engulf your being above the surface. So much of our growing years whe...
There is an uniqueness found in each gravel stone. Each piece of gravel has its distinct shape, size, texture, and formation process, even if it seems ordinary. Similarly, everyone of us has a distinct narrative, perspective shaped by our experiences and choices! Isn't it?I have loved to observe the ”Individuality” and ”Diversity” of people around me, for a long time now. I love to capture photos...
What a Journey this 6 years and 8 months have been till date.A relationship of 12 years in a marriage and 4 years of dating in hiding. Memories of Truly, Madly, Deeply. From sneaking and Secret meetings in Bombay, stolen moments and doing any and everything to just be together for a few more minutes- while having to constantly be on guard with unapproving eyes and a fear of being found out and c...
Recently happened to see “The Buckingham Murders” on Netflix. Apart from the very clickbaity name, the rest of the movie is quite a beautiful piece of art. And it has left me thinking for long after it has ended.While the movie’s acting, direction, editing, costumes, locations, etc, are excellent, this is not a cinema review post. However, the movie's authentic portrayals have stirred a deep seate...
Recently happened to see “The Buckingham Murders” on Netflix. Apart from the very clickbaity name, the rest of the movie is quite a beautiful piece of art. And it has left me thinking for long after it has ended.While the movie’s acting, direction, editing, costumes, locations, etc, are excellent, this is not a cinema review post. However, the movie's authentic portrayals have stirred a deep seate...
The Journey We Never Thought of...Parenthood is taking us to a new level of maturity, strength, and perspective on life. Your priority becomes your child, and everything else shifts to accommodate this incredible journey.Every morning and evening, we take Anav for a walk. I like to think of this as \quality time for the three of us\ and, ultimately, as a bonding time for us as a couple and as firs...
In the days leading up to the festival, Arjun sought stories from every villager, collecting their voices like precious threads. He visited the elderly, who spoke of love lost and found, and children whose laughter echoed like a fresh breeze. Each story painted a vivid picture of the village’s collective spirit, intertwining their lives in unexpected ways. The more he listened, the more he realize...