Yin and yang
The tingling energy
That which you cannot touch
It resonates with every cell in body
And purifies it one by one
Whose love it O'Mother
Is it yours, is it mine, is it everyone's?
The Importance of Being Lost
My annual trips to India include a sojourn to Pune where I spent 10 very formative years of my life - the early two being life changing. It is here that my parents, puzzled about what to do with my life as well as some sincere intentions to give me worldly education, sent me to board and educate myself at the nationally revered Fergusson College in Pune. I was all of 15 when I said goodbye to everything stable in my life - mom's food, dad being at my beck and call, friends and plays, the television, and my bed. I was the center of my universe as well as two other people who I served as the life purpose for. And now I was one of many many girls living up to the rules of an dictator like elderly couple who hated anything developed post 1985. Queuing up every night to receive a spatula full of lentil and rice and the much in demand buttermilk, I doubted my existence. I shared the room with two other girls who clearly despised my because of my always somber disposition. Man
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