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Respected Sir, I first saw you at the Ajmer Literature Festival just over ten years ago. I recall being intrigued by the group wearing yellow dupattas and white kurtas as I stood in the audience. When I inquired, the organizer explained that this was the Kalankur Rangmandal team getting ready for their performance that day.…
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Often, my days pass like a routine. Being in the marketing industry, all days start with continuous tasks. I find myself moving from the computer to the cellphone, then back to the computer. This is followed by more work on the cellphone. Days like these prompted me to start noticing little things that bring me…
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I’ve carried this scent with me since I was an infant. I couldn’t tell you what it was exactly, I only know how it made me feel. I remember being held in a tight embrace, a deep warmth pressed against my face. It was comforting, somehow. Familiar. I associate it with what I now think…
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We all remember those moments. Dads screaming at our Moms, and she brushing it off as “it’s okay.” It never was okay. And don’t we remember how the same actions were never “okay” when she did them back? Don’t we remember being told to simply “avoid it” when someone teased us on the streets of…
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Someone asked me why is it so simple to speak with you?And I said: That’s because my 3 p.m. self and my 3 a.m. self are completely separate people. My 3 PM personality really brings a sense of expansiveness and endless possibilities to life. She says that life is made of our choices, not our circumstances, that really…
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One thing about me, I have never been a morning person. Ever. If the early bird got the worm, I would be the bird that got ready for lunch and hoped for the best. Looking back at my mornings, I have always gotten up groggy and pre-annoyed as if someone had already assigned me the…
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Somebody in my neighbourhood died today. I don’t know how or why, but the news stayed with me, pressing quietly against my chest. There is a weight to death, a heaviness that doesn’t just linger for those who leave, but for those who remain. He had a family: a loving wife, two small children. And…
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Life imparts lessons through small, peaceful moments. We often don’t recognize these moments until we look back. Then we see how important they were. Those moments were always good for me. A walk around my neighborhood was a source of joy. A friend’s laughing lifted my spirits. The fragrance of rain on pavement brought comfort.…
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Hi, I’m Noopur A storyteller who found her way back to words, again and again. My Journey with Words I first stumbled into poetry the way many teenagers do—after my first heartbreak. Words became my refuge, a place where I could pour everything I couldn’t say out loud. Growing up, I was always on stage…