It's 11 pm.
I step out of the Dadar station
And walk down the street.
People make their beds.
The stench of poverty floods my nostrils,
Makes me scrunch my nose.
I sit down beside a pile of bricks,
And take a deep breath.
This is what this city smells like,
During the day,
Poverty is hastily pushed
Into steel trunks,
The edges hang out.
The scruffed blankets
Remain hidden in plain sight,
We never pause while walking down footpaths,
Never remember the beds
That are made there at night.
We do not make sure
That the bottom of our shoes are clean.
Barefooted children play there,
Barefooted children laugh.
The city transforms after 11,
The street-lights shine a little less bright,
The office-goers walk a little faster,
There are warm beds awaiting them,
Three young girls,
Maybe sixteen, seventeen,
Wait at the crossing
Under the flyover,
Hoping that a car will stop.
Business hours have started. •
I sit there.
An infant wails.
The mother pushes the aanchal of her saree
To the side,
Unhooks her blouse,
And presses the wailing mouth against her breast.
Silence descends like an envelop over the street.
A car stops at the crossing,
The youngest girl,
Wearing a crop top and a faded denim skirt,
Smiles, and approaches the window.
The child is asleep,
The mother puts him down on a torn blanket
Carefully laid out blanket on the tiled pavement,
And lies down beside him.
The barefooted children
Find their beds.
The youngest girl gets into the car
With three strangers.
My nostrils have gotten used to the stench,
I do not move.
This is what this city smells like,
Trigger Warning: Child abuse, sexual harrassment (Dedicated to someone I love)🖤
Fantastic beasts and where to find them.
Look in your backyards,
In the graveyards where forgotten dreams
Rest buried with discarded toys
That taught children to be scared
Rag dolls and water guns,
Barbies and Hotwheels
Gifted by uncles and aunts,
Cousins and neighbours,
You will find them all.
You will find time capsules
Meant to be never opened,
And diaries with make-believe locks
That hide all the secrets you need to know,
But would rather not.
Of seven to fourteen year-olds who wore
And had penchants for stories,
Who scribbled with shaking hands
And wrote about Mickey Mouse bedsheets
On which they couldn't sleep anymore.
Seven to fourteen year-olds who couldn't sleep anymore,
Because every time they closed their eyes,
Hands slid out of unseen crevices
And made their way under the sky-blue blankets,
Boys and girls who were too scared to open their eyes,
Who were too scared,
And all these kids,
They stopped being kids.
They had heard the phrase
This is just a game we play
So many times
That they started being scared of games,
Started staying in their classrooms for recess,
Let the cacophony inside their brains
Drown the noises from playgrounds,
Started keeping their secrets to themselves
Because every time someone shared one with them,
It was followed by hands on their bodies,
Mouths on their skin,
Whispers in their ears,
About how secrets always came with a price,
These kids, who stopped being kids,
Knew that secrets always came with a price
And they had nothing to pay.
Who were seven or fourteen once,
Grew up to be adults who couldn't sleep,
Who couldn't look under their own beds,
Who could never leave the doors unlocked,
Because they knew all about the fantastic beasts,
And where to find them.
The buried time capsules were forgotten,
The memories were not.
Between replaying the past and projecting the future, rarely do we pay attention to the present.
In our daily life, we do so many little things on auto-pilot without putting much thought and awareness into it. There’s been times during my daily commute where I arrived home without any realization or memory of my journey. When life becomes that robotic and mundane, we tend to check out. In doing so we loose time and joy- Life continues to happen around us, but without our awareness or participation.
Mindfulness is the opposite of this.
Mindfulness through little spurts of concentration and meditation helps us cultivate deliberate awareness around our thoughts, feelings, actions. It expands time, wakes us up, makes us more empathetic. And almost inevitably when we pay attention to our own mind, we tune into everyone else’s. #livemindfully#staywoke #expandyourconsiousness #tripyoursoul #staywokeladies #earthoutdoors #sheisnotlost #nationalparks #economads #lonelyplanet
The sky is pink! Mountains let us witness some of the most incredible views that make a permanent place in our hearts and Spiti Valley is definitely one such place!
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Have you been to any such place where the winds make you fall? ⛈🗻❄🌪
When you reach Kunzum pass you don’t want to leave the place..
That feeling of winds gushing through your ear and heavy noises of air will certainly shake you up but you won’t fall and something or some powers maybe will make you stand firm between these prayer flags..
Kunzum LA, Spiti 2018
There are times when we are just happy, happy in the moment, that moment can be anything and everything at the same time and random hugs, laughter, lame jokes, jamming sessions and simple conversations being a part of it. Being on the roads and different terrains, moving here and there, meeting and having conversations with new people has been a constant process through which we get to know a lot about their lives and experiences and then there are few people whom you meet and later it becomes difficult to bid them a goodbye.
I happened to be in Spiti for the last one week along with #wanderontravelcommunity where i met few people who have now become like family. Post that trip, i was supposed to be back in Bir for my personal work and i ended up having three more souls together with me. @saurabhdesai_ and me already clicked before and he planned to accompany me, twenty minutes later @rohit.12 also joined in and so we three were all set for the extended trip. After returning to Shimla, the entire group left for Delhi except the three of us, we planned to stay in Shimla for that very night. We just checked into the hotel only to know that @solo_hippie got down the bus somewhere 10 kms away after Shimla and she was on her way back to join us where initially she was supposed to attend her friend's wedding. So the next morning, we all started for Bir and this was the first sunset that we witnessed. We are the best of friends now and detours are always a good option.
Let's paint with words today, honey, just the way I painted red hickeys on your breasts last night.
Let's talk about the white sheets that were painted dark red last night, honey, for I haven't painted anyone as beautifully before.
Appraise this portrait that you're reading today, honey. Do you still find the silhouette linings of my naked mysteriously dark soul flashing against the bright window enthralling? Or are you a bit too sober today, honey?
Of blacks and greys and whites was this portrait, honey, until I perched a drunk kiss on your sore lips and the dark reds vanquished.
But why are you still so grey, honey?
Laying utterly naked, with a hint of white sheets on your abdomen, you're facing far apart.Why would you paint dark miseries on my heart, honey?
Why would you not paint me sober? Is wine the painter, honey? Have you been lying to me all night when you bathed me in buckets of love?
Why am I sinking in sober emotions, honey?
Teach me to forget drunk guilty nights.
Teach me to paint a grey portrait, with no red feelings, honey. Make me the drunk painter.
The trek started with a rocky trail, the ascent was a bit steep for first timers but pretty easy overall.
As we went up traces of snow were evident.
As we gained altitude the trail changed from rocky green mountains to thick snow bedded path.
Some part around 2-3 feets deep.
The actual test of a leader starts from this point because its not only you who has to reach till the end instead you have to make your team do the same.
We were total of 5 people and out of which me and Prem bhai were the experienced trekkers , rest all 3 were first time trekkers.
But at the end of the day , trekking is all about putting one foot in front of the other , at the pace you are most comfortable with.
In the end I'd say do it .Go ahead and trust yourself , dare to be bold and push the boundaries because life is so short and we need to colour it with as much adventure , joy and amazing experiences as we can.
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Sangam, Leh .
Confluence of Zanskar and Indus river. .
I dream of mornings with you. The mornings somewhere faraway. In middle of mountains, in those wooden cabins. When you will still be sleeping and my eyes will open against the sunrays coming through our window. I will get up, gather my hair and will pull the curtains in attempt to see your sleeping face for few more minutes.
I will sit on the floor, right beneath that window to admire the peace on your face and the silence we will be sharing in the moment. You, unknowingly and I, knowingly. Millions of thoughts will rush in my mind as the birds start chirping in our backyard and sound of river flowing will get more melodious.
I will smile at the thought all those heartbreaks that I have endured to be here. Next to you. I will smile little more when I will revisit those days in my mind when I used to think that I will never find love again. Those days when my mornings were gloomy and I used to wake up with lot of complaints. When I used to stare in unknown and accuse universe of that pain buried in my chest. .
I will grin; thinking look at me now. Now I am staring at you, like literally. In awe and in love. I will find it difficult to hold my emotions. First they will travel from my gut to my throat and then to my eyes. Wiping off my eyes, I will get up from that floor to walk quietly around making sure that you don’t wake up. I will gather all those paint tubes lying on the other side of bed, that half-finished painting and my brushes. I will walk towards our balcony to paint the colors I have hated while all these past years. .
You will still be sleeping. The day will be brighter now. Just like our life. And I, will paint that bright day. 📸 : @googlepixel
Hoy toca hablar de este grandullón.
El templo Todai-ji es la construcción de madera más grande del mundo. ¡Y lo que vemos es un 33% más pequeño de lo que fué! Varios incendios hicieron que tuviera que ser reconstruido.
Dentro de él, un gran Buda de casi 5m lo preside, escoltado por 2 guardianes, los dioses Nio, que parece que van a hablar en cualquier momento.
Es difícil describir lo impresionante que es este templo. ¡Me pasé un buen rato con la piel de gallina! @chema_kaiser puede dar fé de ello.
¿Os ha pasado alguna vez? ¿ALGÚN LUGAR CONSIGUIÓ PONEROS LA PIEL DE GALLINA?
This georgeous village lies half way on the four hour trail from barshaini to kheerganga. The trail gets enticing with crossing some more picturesque hamletes like this.. .
PC : @harshnachandel
One of the Asia's largest and highest dams, Tehri Dam offers a sight that is both astounding and magnificent. It serves as the world's biggest hydro electrical project drawing water from two great rivers of the Himalayas- Bhagirathi and Bhilangna