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Relationships.
Who is the other? Or is it I forever relating with myself through others? Is there a purpose why we meet? Why the pull? What is unfinished karma? What is the clearing that takes place when there is someone with whom we are relating? There must be some reason why we have come together? And [...]

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A soft tap on my shoulder pulled me out of the pages of the book I was reading at the Manny’s Book Store in Pune. It was late evening and I had returned to that city to take a longish break and complete a painting lying the in attic of a dear friend. I turned [...]

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If only I could love you less, I would not have waited a thousand years for you.
If you look at the map of Tibet or you search the net to find Laipei, you can’t. It is too insignificant a place, too small, to be placed on the map and yet, for both of us it [...]

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Smriti lay tossing and turning in her bed. She was not awake but she was not in deep sleep either. In fact she was dreaming. She was having a dream within a dream. In her dream she had woken up with a shock, finding herself in a public area, right in the middle of a [...]

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Rows of drawers, intersected by tables and chairs, fill my dream screen. I open one and taking off my diamond earrings from my ears, place them inside one of these drawers, taking care that it is at the bottom of the drawer, underneath some papers. When I come to look for it later, I am [...]

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We are on the Ganga, mid-stream, sitting in a boat that is full of people. It is dusk. The air is heavy with sounds from the temples around. Conches, bells fill the air. In front of us the entire ghat is covered with people, waiting for the Ganga aarti. Behind us, as the golden sun [...]

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Subbamma was born to traditional Brahmin family in Tamil Nadu with a major problem. She had no hair on her head. And it never grew through out her life. After the passing away of her parents, Subbamma joined the order of the nuns. The terrible shame with which she had lived in her small village [...]

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” Dance, Lalla, with nothing on
but air. Sing, Lalla,
wearing the sky
Look at this glowing day! What clothes
Could be so beautiful, or
More sacred?”
Mystic. Drunk with the love of God, Lalla, or Lal Ded , Lal Didi – known by any of these names, Lalla, as we will refer to her here was a mystic born in [...]

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The old house made of stone with Mangalore tiled roof is leaking from almost everywhere. The heavy rain has woken Richa sleeping on a bed with two people on either side – another woman and a man. The bed on which all of them are sleeping is the only zone where the rain is not [...]

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We haven’t spoken in six years.
Even when we did so called speak to each other, there were those long moments, those long hours and sometimes those wordless days that stretched from one evening to another, when not a single word passed between us. It never occurred to me then, that we have not spoken [...]

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