time

What is time but a state of being? 17 days could transform into two months and two months into two days. The zones we all live in are so vastly different and relative that if time was not to exist, one would imagine that the world would be chaotic.

But in the acceptance of time as absolute, have we subjugated the mind to artificiality? Do we allow for time to expand like the mouth of a giant and to contract to the eye of a needle? Why do we dismiss it as tricks of the mind or of a non-existent absolute entity such as time?

Musings 1

A calmness descends over me when I encounter people who speak of many things, coalescing the spiritual and the material. Shadow bits of anatomy, one said. Another, the beautiful one, said that her shattering accident where she had no word for pain, for hunger was her deepest invitation to inhabit her body. In all our musings about the body, while being the intimate we perceive it to be, we do not experience it, it remains in the realm of the metaphor. The schism, however unacknowledged, remains.

Love, the beautiful one said, is adoration and compassion. "two things that float into my consciousness now". It is also merciless, unremitting honesty with one self and others around you.

Of the Other that we create in our endeavours, noble and ignoble, the core of the other is within you. It is not an embodiment of everything you stand against. Unothering the other, she said, is a tool to escape the trappings set by adherence to a strain of thought.

A new world is before me. I can see it clearly for the first time.

of a relationship

Today, I found a new definition for friendship for myself. Introspecting on the relationship that I share with her, in conversation with her, I found that ever-changing answer.

For long now (time is after all a state of being) I have wondered what made us so special. What made us share each other in soulful ways that only the most softest of music, the deepest of colours and the most melodious of words could emulate it.

In the stumbling and groping, erasing and rewriting, the going back and forth- for words, she provided me the gentlest of spaces to recapture my hazy vision of me. In those minutes we spoke, I found clarity, even if only for the briefest of moments. In those words of practical wisdom we have for each other- one that draws from the core of intimate connections that women have shared with each other since history - she cleansed me of my rancour, rid me of my self-covered malaise and presented for me my life.

For the freedom from loss of self imminent in routine life, for the freedom of a constant discovery of me, she stands as my true north.

random thoughts

What makes us love understated elegance?
Is it the life it makes us suddenly live?
Is it the wisdom that it pours from within?

Quiet revolutions are possible.

A life saved is a life worth living.
Even of drudgery.

Faces can haunt you.
Codes can inspire you.

Things bigger than us have happened in the world before
Things bigger than us will happen in the world after.

The universe is you
It has many many others too.

Many universes exist
Parallel, Colliding,
Merging, Melting.