My name is Devika. I like to read books, watch fantastical content, and express my thoughts in any way that I can.
Follow along for a reflective read in these rushed times. For I too, try to find some solace in this corner of the internet.
Butterflies dance around my head A bonfire with the flames licking air Delicious cookies melting at my fingertips There is so much warmth in this night Can you feel the love in my eyes As I hide my gaze from the world Just for you, I open up myself As a whole Dreams are exposed leaves to the sun Growing, nurturing thoughts Of a together.
But you are so far, Come close It will be worth, I promise.
~insight07
Access prose and poems in my book, “Dreaming in a Fish Bowl”!
Winter is a month away. It will be gone in the other two. Windows to my room shudder to the wind ever so often. Silences are casually laid on my sofa. Heapes of unfolded clothes that gather dust. Some days are like lazy dreams. Lost in my conscience, some where. Weeks are flying by, I forgot to hold on to myself. A kite, but no longer a kite. Only its skeleton and string left to play. I comb my hair each morning. It curls, afraid to show its full length. Each night, I also curl into myself.
The sun is a harsh white presence. But I don’t feel it. Only a silhouette of it remains, As I draw candles for birthday cards- All these years, just gone by.
Hello Bloggers, How have you all been? How is the weather, wherever you are hailing from?
It is blistering hot and uncomfortable, in India. If predictions and history are kept in mind, we will face multiple heat waves in the country. While it is a nuisance and definitely makes life difficult- stepping out is a chore. I imagine how others survive- humans, animals, plants- everyone. Sometimes I even think what the future will look like- decades ahead.
There seems to be no logic to the world. With wars, earth quakes, heatwaves clutching us. Maybe we are just 1 thought away from insanity. Maybe not.
I had done a course on philosophy a few months ago, and it struck me as odd- how there is a theory for everything. Unresolved arguments with evidences so strong- generation upon generation- we keep riddling our minds. While humanity has moved far ahead from where we started, there is still so much to discover.
Each time my mind feels like it is in a rut, and it cannot wrap itself around the fact that- my life will be this constant, and will change ever come? Will I also wither away now that I have slowly but steadily stepped into adulthood? I like to think about us as a race. We are still struggling. And as far as struggle is there, so will be creativity, innovation, curiosity, and solutions.
I have a good news to share- I have started reading again! It is a slow progress, but my curiosity has piqued now. That is a positive sign as I know, I will take efforts towards this long lost hobby. I recently finished a novel by Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni. In her signature style, she writes about families traveling borders, from Calcutta to the unexplored, alien world.
I have always had mixed thoughts about Calcutta. So familiar, so unfamiliar. My family and community settled as immigrants here generations ago. Yet, that feeling of alienation never really goes away.
When I was away, studying for my Masters, I used to pick up books on Calcutta- my homesickness finding refuge in similar roads and names. Yet, when I read such thematic books now, I find it odd.
Just maybe, I fell in love with the city described in the books, and not the city I actually live in. Because my experience has been something very different to the romantic books of “home”.
Have you had such experiences with any city? I would love to know more.
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