Thought Bouquet

When coronavirus exploded in our country, it brought with it a shift—an upheaval of socio-economic functioning for the sake of social distancing. But while the most I had to give up was Instagram-documented dinners, bear hugging my friends, gym workouts, the fear and panic created by the indefinite lockdowns threatened far greater losses for too many others. Huddled in my cozy nest of middle-class privilege, I pored over articles of underpaid, underfed migrant workers threatened by suicide and starvation, with a cup of Dalgona coffee in hand. I got paid my monthly pocket money, clicking on a keyboard from the comfort of my couch, while reading stories of struggling freelancers facing job losses and evictions due to failure to pay rent. Even as Instagram influencers desperately tried to make jhadu pocha into a latest fitness trend , I shared house duties with my mother and my sister.All these factors should’ve made me breathe a sigh of relief. But in reality, every br...

Today marks 4 months of me trying to go vegetarian, and it's safe to say that it's been quite an experience. This article aims to elucidate to you the reader, on what I observed about myself through this journey. I started this journey out of a first hand experience of animals around me such as goats, dogs, cat, cows and other livestock. What I realized is that what's common among *all* of them, is that they all have distinct personalities, and show emotions when in contact with humans and their own kin. Among them, I saw so many emotions such as Jealousy, Hurt, Liveliness, innocence, sloth, and Various levels of Love, and of anger. Amongst these thoughts, social media brought to the attention of the massacre seen in the Chinese markets due to the cases of the epidemic seen worldwide. Some photos and videos showed the utter savagery of our kind, not just the Chinese, but the Indians too, the Europeans, Americans, and others towards these innocent souls, wh...

"Arey uncle kya kar rahe ho!" "Dekho woh ladka pagal hai kya" Feeling out of touch from reality, never really connecting with my peers, nor connecting with the "adults", I've felt out of place on every occasion. Problems bonding with anyone, created a host of other problems, such as loneliness and self-esteem issues, leading to depression and loss of the desire to do anything, really.  "If money, responsibilities, or time weren't a boundary, What would you really like to do ?" My councillor asked.  "I... Dont know".  A simple question such as this, stumbled me.  I dont know what i like to do, ive never explored myself, what i like, WHO I AM.  Look, the the people who really know me, know that I would never want anyone to have the childhood i have had. Deaths and constant strife among members which made 2 loved ones attempt suicide, my childhood has never been something to cherish. Only 'chemistry'...

Now by no means am I a blogger, however I thought writing this down would give these thoughts a sense of permanency. Something i could always come back to reflect upon, when I need to.  While  I was jotting down my thoughts, i reflected upon all the time that has passed. My normal one page of journalling, turned into five pages. Despite the messiness of my writing, it did bring me a lot of clarity. So, in short, I realized the important role that day has played in my life, so much that I don't even know who I would be had I not have had those experiences. Its taught me about understanding , and acceptance , and listening , and change , and vulnerability , in honesty , in communication , in commitment , in trust , in intuition , in priorities and, letting go . And that's a pretty long list of some pretty important things. Now I am not saying young love is not real, you know it might as well be, but its most of a wildfire than a slow burn, which when you grow older you ...