One Day: Busy..oh so busy..always!!! I have forgotten to relax she says and she has. Sad but that is the depressive truth. She came in front of me and said that she is finding difficulty in breathing for she does not know what mindfulness is all about. I look at her, this woman who has so much to offer but she is a mere shadow now engulfed between the demands of her life slowly killing the desires of her existence. She starts with her monologue and I listen. Who am I to judge anyone for my task is to listen with a kind face. She explains the chemically enhanced state of mind, the pains surrounding the decisions she takes, the misinterpreted actions of hers, the desires not synchronizing with the reality of her survival and finally the incomprehensible thoughts complicating a simple life. We talk about life in general then she tells me how she is living in the virtual reality. She says she enjoys but also worries that each passing moment is becoming a memory. She complain...
At times all you need to do is feel the pain. But wait…how can you feel the pain of a rape victim? Perhaps as a woman, the only thought that crosses my mind and rips me apart is someone claiming my body without my consent. Then the worst part is not just once or twice but multiple times being raped by people you know or not know and finally when every part of you has been devoured, you are left to be found by friends or strangers and the story of your life becomes a news in itself and you are raped again; this time as a story. I am sorry..I am doing the same my dear girl..as helpless as I feel for not being able to help you and before I glorify my deed, I beg for your forgiveness!!!!! A butter lamp ceremony was done on February 13, 2015, at Patan Durbar Square in memory of this young Nepali girl who was gang raped and murdered in Rohtak - Hisar, India. Her body was discovered in a half eaten stage. The story haunted me so much that it not only brought the shameful memor...
That Last Hug..... He will be 90 today and I refuse to use past tense. After 22 years of his disappearance, I want him to know that wherever he is, he gave me the greatest hug ever.... http://www.myrepublica.com/news/34581/?categoryId=81
no report, no answer, no excuse..
ReplyDeleteno yesterday.. no memories...
no tomorrow.. no expectations...
Bliss !
Beautiful !