Swings of a rhapsodic mind

"Blow the candles, make a choice", I heard them cheer I closed my eyes shut :confused , claustrophobic! I smelt more of fear and less of hope, "Yay baby, you gonna get it answered", they further added. "But mm I…", the wind blew my words I smiled, I often smile when words deceive me. As I pushed the sheets towards my naked past It sent shivers down  my spine and pit belly There it was coiled ready to raise it's hood A thousand unsung tales of misery Locked within a book  called childhood. They say it right, we can't fight past our past I say, we are never out of it It stays deep down raising it's hood One sweeping chance and it hits you hard How do I tell you , I could never make the wish I never had the choice!

Life was running it's usual course dwindling between windy Fagun mornings and humid noons until this unplanned pause took its toll. My part of the world is a tiny, often ignored speck which recently caught attention in the political upfront due to the burning infiltration agitation inscribed as CAA. Our silent streets roared with people thundering slogans and protests. CAA taught us another way of looking at our lives: to answer back when threatened. It taught us to fight for our rights. This time Covid 19 has put an unplanned pause to our ever busy rat chasing race. When was the last time we actually stopped chasing stuff without being instructed to? I was apprehensive in the beginning. I, like most of us thought doing nothing can be boring. But, the stillness around me has brought my tormented soul home. I have learnt to relish the morning light and smell of the evening dhuna. The unfamiliar yet familiar looking still landscape has taught me to uncover meanings. I r...