Belled Rebels

What haven't we written about?
The pebbles that dried in the evening sun? The tide that went out? The notion of being passionate about a lighthouse out there?

It is not hard to talk about freedom and clarity. Your silence was not bought.

What haven't we done?

Perspective

When life turns upside down...

...take a shot anyway!

Phoenix

Aren't we all baked in our own fires - embers to flames to ashes - only to rise again!

So It Begins

The journey. That first step. That sunshine beckoning.

Open the door and walk out.

Without You

Jagjit Singh sings softly "Mujhme jo kuch accha hein, sab uska hein."

Sometimes I am just a morning without my sun.

Other times, I am a tiny bird without my wings.

Work

If I can feel the pulse of the systems I work on, am I machine, or are they human?

Journey On!

Travels add multiple dimensions to our personalities. Go places.

Vicious Cycle

Worlds are always this. Rebuild.

City Lights

What is it about new cities that makes my heart sing? Sitting in an auto-rickshaw next to my best friend's girl, I sent my mind out to find.

The whirlwind and the hum, the fragrance of exotic food that I am yet to taste, the narrow alleys, the wide crowded roads, the endless hawkers, the children's parks...

I love the fact that this city doesn't know me. I stay only long enough to catch a glimpse and begin liking this city.

I am reminded of Cavafy's City. (Read one version here.) What had the poet wanted us to know?

Count Your Blessings

Lost ground has been regained. Battles are still being fought. Breathe.
What place would I want to open my eyes to? The rain forests of Africa. Afghanistan. Cambodia?

There are infinite paths to freedom. There are infinite borders to cross. Have a heart. Hold a hand. Be held. Guide another. Breathe. Open eyes. Open mind.
Echoing my friend Dale's words - Life is good, after all.