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Sandhya Acharya

At work

Grey cells spread their spoilsNumbers abound, jumping from every corner that the eye can travel toIn an ergonomic setting; 10 inches above the eyesThe screen stares back While the cells in the spreadsheets wage a war

Flows

And somewhere insideIs a deep blue oceanWhere everything you throw inDust, dirt, ice, tearsMelts, soaks, swims – flows

Black Hole

A black hole is a region of space in which the gravitational field is so powerful that nothing, not even light, can escape its pull Hmmm – if you want to build analogies off of this, you may 🙂

Just when

Just when you find a comfortable wedge A warm blanket, a good book, steaming coffeeWhy is it time to get up?

Strength

A mother, before she became one, was just a innocent, carefree girl. And yet, in a sudden yet seamless transition becomes mature enough, strong enough to care for another human being The strength comes from wanting to be strong FOR someone else

Impressions

Polka dotted red, straw hat, pushing a crib – young long legged mother of twoA little lumpy, sweet and old – yellow flower on her ear orders the cinnamon butter crepesThere was a student at this stand who went to UniversityLast season he made me crepes, with a little extra feta cheese in itStrumming the guitar, long moustathioed friendly artistChubby toddlers; stumbling achieversPetitions’ Stand with cynical signersGarden vegetable stand with exotic labelsRustic sugarcanes, pink strawberries, white orchidsAll this, and of course – a cup of warm Coffee, is very good for the soul

Sometimes I wonder about words that I have read and even liberally use but no-one ever explained what it actually meant – I mean what it actually sounded like or felt like… What does a chuckle sound like?What does a grimace look like?How does the air feel when it is sultry?

The sky isn’t clearDotted with tufts of cloudsOutlining green mountainsUnclear and beautiful

Retribution

It is a sin to kill a soulTo kill a lifeTo kill hope and love and innocenceFor something as pureMust be honoured and sought and nurturedAnd for who does commit this sinOf will or against one’s;In jest or as destinedWill carry in his heart A seed of a timeless remorseAnd fateful retribution

Rise and Fall

What defines you is how high you rise after you fall. – Dubious sources (Actually a dialogue from Maid in Manhattan..sheesh)

Victims of Happiness

Read this line in the program of the play I watched today ” We were not the victims of a happy childhood” Its a loaded statement. Have you ever looked at someone who has really gone through something – I mean really gone through life and felt like he probably got more out of it? Is happiness overrated? Are we as human beings as naturally inclined to be unhappy as to be happy? Then why fight against it? Why not surrender to everything that you feel? Happy drugs defeat the very purpose of experiencing life.… Read More »Victims of Happiness

The Past

The past reflects eternally between two mirrors – The bright mirror of words and deeds, and the dark one, full of things we didn’t do or say. -Shantaram – Gregory David Roberts

Just a moment

I sit on my couch with an orange and brown throw;The one knitted by my MotherWatching an old documentary on TVSomething about Indians in the UK in the 60sThe sun comes in from the blindsGlistens on the golden star on my plastic Christmas Tree(I haven’t taken it down yet)And then reflects on the blue striped wall-paper;The one I wanted to replace when I moved in here,But in time got used to it –And now in this moment became a part of my experienceNothing more to this – Nothing to learn or gain wisdom fromJust a… Read More »Just a moment

Their Own

I am just a tiny person but there is a place for me and for everybody on this earth to sit down and touch it and call it their own. – Mma Ramotswe – Number One Ladies Detective Agency – Alexander McCall Smith