how you let wind pass through your hair,
do you ever complain to it that it messed your hairstyle?
Let go how the shady lanes let shabby cats pass by.
Let go the way you forgive a child who colours outside the lines.
Let go, as though you were only a spectator, clapping from time to time,
moved sometimes by the actors on the stage.
Forgiveness is a strength that will win you battles and wars, internal and external.
In the vastness of the ocean
and the way the sky is stretched out
I know you exist.
With languages so many
With races defined and undefined
I know you exist.
Sundays are not usually eventful for me, but today went quite well. I started my day with seeing my client who comes for therapy in the morning – with electricity not cooperating, we had to switch the place twice in the 47 degrees heat. I couldn’t help but wonder the repercussions of it. Changing the spaces. Can every space feel safe with the same person or does it change? I kept ruminating about how spaces have an important role in a therapeutic relationship or any relationship for that matter.
Settings, certain rooms, light, time, furniture – can they contain you on various occasions?
Being a girl from a small town, from quite an orthodox family – I still can’t believe that I have been able to travel so much and start a business with three guys I met during my travelling days.
A lot of pain, tears and struggle has gone into it, but it doesn’t end. How much freedom is enough freedom? When do you know that you don’t need to fight for making your own choices?
I am always confused, honestly.
When I was only 16 or 17, I found a space where I could dump my emotions without worrying about anything – it was ‘internet’ and more specifically, my blog.
The first time I found out about blogger.com and I thought wow, I could speak my heart out and I called my blog – Worlds collide in Words. Perhaps, that name came out a few months of me writing my blog and I saw that this space had more people who came to dump their emotions, too. Words made my world collide with theirs in a fruitful way.
Nothing is permanent in life and we all quite know this but we don’t really live holding this truth with complete awareness in
of whatever that happens with us.
Everything about her is like art spilling across the