What Do You See & Hear?

So, if you’ve been alive these past few months (meaning you used Facebook during this time), you must have heard about the recent “Laurel vs Yanni” debate. It was all over the web, but if you missed it, here’s the gist: There’s an audio recording of someone saying a name, and you must decide whether that name is “Laurel” or “Yanni”.

(The player in the linked post starts on mute. So, remember to turn up the volume if you don’t hear anything.)

Sounds simple, right? And it is. Until you ask a few other people. And then all hell breaks loose! People just can’t agree on what it is that they are hearing.

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When People Kept Cutting In…

First, the excuses for taking so long since the last post: If you were wondering where I have been, let me tell you: This last month has been BUSY! A lot going on, at the office, at home, and then there’s the football world cup! 😉 Although, I did share a couple of interesting posts on my FB page. So, you know where you need to go to get your fix, juuuust in case you craved it… 😀

Coming to the topic of today’s post. Today, let me share an incident that occurred late last week, and how that reminded me, once again, that problems are not always bad – sometimes they are a way to something better!

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Dear Diary…

Hey there, dear diary!
Nice to meet you again.
But, after years on this road,
Time’s up on our journey.

We rarely realize,
That word after word,
Our journal fills itself,
N’ how swiftly time flies.

But, what a wonderful gift
You turned out to be.
An anchor for choppy seas,
Saved me from being adrift.

Oh, the accidents it took…
For us to come together.
For this story of mine,
To find a place in your book.

Hopes n’ dreams, anger n’ screams,
Stained your pages with ‘em all.
Yet you somehow held together,
Dangling between the extremes.

Many did I share before –
Memories too important.
Some best forgotten, but
Many still left to explore.

So, it is hard to let go.
Stitching, sketching, stretching,
What will be the last story,
That you’ll ever get to know.

But it’s a good reminder:
No one knows or controls,
The stories and pages,
They are left in the binder.

With nary a chance,
Too many end too soon.
I know I am lucky,
To get one more dance.

But here approacheth the end,
And even though,
There may be more,
None can take your place.
So, in this last little space,
Let me just say:
Thank you, and goodbye, dear friend!

If you have been following this blog, you might notice that sometime back, I wrote a post about some parting thoughts on reaching the end of a journey. When I had had those initial thoughts, I knew there was potential for a poem there. But writing one takes time and effort (lots of it!) for me, and so, at that time, I thought I’ll just go with the flow and put my thoughts into the simple words that came readily.

But since then, the idea of expressing those feelings through a poem had been on my mind. And so, here you go! It’s done, finally!! 🙂

It’s definitely not my finest work, which, so far, (shameless self promotion warning!) I consider to be this, for a variety of reasons. But even though I knew this wasn’t as good as it could’ve been, I just had to get this one out of the system! Still, howsoever the poem is, I hope you’ll at least get a glimpse of that bittersweet feeling (if I haven’t done too bad a job of messing that up), and maybe, of even the larger picture… 😉

Thanks for reading! Hope you have a wonderful day!

Photo Credit: Dariusz Sankowski on Unsplash

The Struggle For Innocence & Authenticity

Let’s try an exercise today: I’d like you to think of at least one person whom you think is immature, childish, or unsophisticated. Take your time; no rush.


Any come to mind? No? Perhaps this might help: Such a person doesn’t conduct herself according to her age or reputation or environment. Maybe laughs or talks in a weird way. Is brazen, doesn’t know when to speak, and when to shut up. May ask for, or share, too much personal information.

(As I write this, I’m reminded of Mater from the Cars movie franchise. That’s not weird I hope.)

Does anyone come to mind now? I think by now, you probably can recall one such person. It would be fair game to call such a person immature, right?

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Unbecoming a Writer

A beginner on a creative journey, I too have faced a similar situation – unfinished drafts and discarded ideas, only because they were not as “perfect” as they could be. What good is perfection, if it leaves you paralyzed? A nice post I found useful in reminding me to write for the right reason! 🙂

InkBlots and IceBergs

There was a time, not too long ago, when I couldn’t have imagined calling myself a writer—and by “writer,” I mean the kind that gets paid to do work that’s actually published in print and credited through a byline. During that time, I did write, but I only wrote either for personal reasons (in a private journal or this blog), or for the ghostwriting assignments I took as a freelance web content writer.

During that time, I was but a girl who wrote and loved writing, but nothing more than that. And I was quite happy with how things were—I loved my craft, and it loved me back.


And then the unthinkable happened.

The opportunity came for me to get published in this month’s issue of a national teen girls magazine, the glossy kind I liked to feel with my fingers, the smell of which I was addicted to, the…

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Things Swept Off In The Breeze…

Only those in tune with nature seem to pick up on the energy in wind. All sorts of things get swept off in the breeze – ghosts, pieces of soul, voices unsung, voices repressed, love uncherished, and a thousands galore of spiritual ether.

– Terri Guillemets

Nice quote by Terri Guillemets! I totally agree with her on this – there indeed is a certain energy in the wind, an energy separate from the physical energy of the motion of the wind particles. This other “energy” is something different, something difficult to describe, something you either feel or you don’t, something magical.

I feel that this energy knows me. Intimately. It knows how to reach deep down inside and pull me up, despite all that I may be buried under. I find few things as soothing to the soul as a stroll on a breezy night (or day even, as long as it’s not hot). Despite all that may be going on in my life, all the things that may be weighing on my mind at that moment, it transports me far away from them. In that instant, it’s just me and the wind, talking, playing, just being.

ghosts, pieces of soul, voices unsung, voices repressed, love uncherished

So much said in so few words! This is the part of the quote that really hits home for me. I’m finding it difficult to put my feelings and thoughts about them into words. But let me still take a stab: Taken individually, these words may sound melancholic, but in the overall context of the quote, they transform into something warm-and-fuzzy, something beautiful. I don’t know what other words to use, or how else to describe the emotions they trigger, but hopefully these would give you an idea. A brilliant collection of words, woven together even more brilliantly.

Truly, words are just noises and smudges; it is how we use them that gives them their immense power.  And Terri here has done an amazing job at that!

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Note: On some sites, this quote is attributed to a “Drew Sirtors”, about whom I couldn’t find any other piece of information anywhere! I don’t know if it’s a pen name for Terri Guillemets or what other reason there could be for this ambiguity. What’s even more surprising is that this is not a one-off quote by Drew – there’s another popular quote attributed to him/her, but there’s no information at all on this person! Anyways, the point is – I’m not sure to whom this quote actually belongs, but I’ve attributed it above to Terri since it was originally attributed to her the first time I came across it, and also because there seem to be more attributions to her online, than to Drew. If you have any information on the true origin of the quote, please do share!

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The Importance Of Life’s “Center”

Recently, I was the victim of one of life’s conspiracies to teach me a lesson. And although I had heard others talk about that lesson before, I had never fully realized its value and wisdom until life shoved it in my face.

And that lesson was the importance of finding a “center” in my life.

By “center” I mean something that one would love to be associated with in whatever way they can. It can be the people in one’s life, the work they do, an activity they like to engage in, or even something as abstract as a thought. The key thing is that nothing about the “center” feels like an inconvenience; just the mere thought of it should be able to bring one immediate calm and happiness.

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