Pinku-Enchanted Life

Voyage of Discovery Have you noticed how when you are sitting in a moving train and the lush green paddy or the golden yellow wheat fields run alongside undulatingly you tend to not notice them after a while. The outside landscape merges into the far bigger landscape of the mind. Thoughts gallop and race each other almost as fast as the train. Past, present and future merge into a delicious haze, you smile and frown by turns as the sad and naughty thoughts race each other. On my last train journey as I was travelling alone, occupying a side berth of a sleeper compartment these jaunts were that much the more easier to indulge in. The train's rhythmic movement lulled me into a state where fact and fiction made for a sometimes terrifying, sometimes fascinating concoction. There came a time when I completely lost sense of time and place and had travelled to those moments in my past when I had been happy or atleast thought had been. Some of the things which had really touched me at the

Love = Expectation You are a girl and you are expected to ......... You are a student and you are expected to...... You are a mother, wife, sister, friend and you are forever expected to follow and live up to some preconceived notions that others have about you. As long as you follow you are good, the day you even shrug at the weight you are given quizzical looks. How can it even bother you? This stifling, expecting, dictating thing which threatens to suffocate you is after all LOVE. Love that everyone feels for you. A love which allows them to nonchalantly expect nay demand the greatest sacrifice from you for don't they LOVE you in return for that? I dont understand this Octopus love which feels satiated only after it has wrenched out every ounce of my independent spirit, of my capacity to love. Infact I suspect it doesnt want my love in return. It just wants my obedience, my obeisance, my unquestioned loyalty. I am sick of this kind of love. I beg your pardon but I would rather b

Enchanted Life A conscious effort to think, write and live that’s what this is all about. A conscious effort and enchanted life, the two don’t really seem to gel, do they? Let me explain, I have decided to make my life as magical as possible. It’s a conscious decision to not be bogged down with the mundane worries, the petty thoughts, and the toxic comments of the world and to let myself be. Not sit on judgment on each and every action of my own. Just do what feels right and be happy doing it. Maybe even selfishly so. But so what ? it's my life I have a right to live it the way I think fit. As long as I don't cheat someone or hurt someone they don't have any right to sit on judgement over me and even if they do, I am not bothered by it. All these 28 years I have been trying to confirm to an image of myself that others have created for me. The good, kind, sincere, responsible girl of everyone's aspiration. One you could point out as an ideal to be emulated. I have finall