memories

The memories are in faded monochrome

What remains is a whiff as if from a dried up rose stuck to the yellowed pages of a book

tears wept, empty promises and meaningless words whisperd with fake sincerity

a face

some dismembered sounds... mocking laughter

crunching and crackling of what was a heart...

Shards

Nyctanthes in the morning

Went for a morning jog. Swept my room, had a bath and did a bit of Pranayam. Plucked Nyctanthes (Har sringar)... those orange and white heady smelling flowers... Sounds like an ideal way to start the day? Sure is. This Dushehera I'm planning to fight the evil asuras of

• slothfulness


• untidiness


• disarrayed and disorganized state of mind and room


• greed (for unlimited supply of clothes)


• envy (of people with great jobs and love life)

Listening to Vishnu Sahasranaama and waiting for the tamasic N to wake up so that we can go for breakfast.