Illuminate Lives

Weary of the day and stressed of latest challenges, I stepped out after having dinner. Lonely, just to have a self-talk and to remind myself that I shall make through this time. The little crossroad just a few meters away was all dark, due to unserviceable streetlights. Although, it wasn’t all dark, I could still see very faint shadow of mine. I took an about turn, oblivious if I really wanted to return this soon. And then, my usual admiration for the night sky drove my vision to the sky. I could still feel the chill in air after the evening rain showers. The dark sky was all cloudy with no visibility to stars, giving it a very hazy concrete grey look. It was as though I could spend my whole life gazing and admiring the moon if it could stay as long as I wished. It felt as though all my fatigue had evaporated that very instant. It was a Halo-moon (also known as Lunar Halo), something which I had neither noticed before nor known about. Well to those who are also new to this term, scie

We notice everything with our eyesight, but we perceive, realize and learn only with a keen insight….   I was pretty much anxious. Keeping myself from helping the little creature lying helpless on the platform, was out of my normal. While mom kept iterating from the kitchen, "Don't touch them, their mother will surely come to get them. If you touch them, she might as well abandon them.". Her concern was right whereas mine was also justified. I feared for we had seen a large snake roaming around our house a couple of times since that morning. Also, it was getting dark since dusk. I had in fact made up my mind, that if the squirrels don't reach here on time, I shall rescue the baby squirrel and give it a home. I waited from inside of my wire-mesh door with lights switched off, not to frighten away the baby squirrel's parents by my silhouette. Also, my mind kept wondering if the snake might have crawled up to the squirrel's nest and caused havoc. How else

  I’m a believer, having deep reverence for all the religions, their teachings and beliefs. Don’t know how to put it better but ever since I recollect, I was a curious child always wanting to accompany my grandma to her temple visits. Back then, it was just an eagerness to pluck flowers on the way and watch her worship. And to this day, I’ve gone to temple almost daily as long as I’m not on a journey or under imposed lockdown. Somehow, every time when we were posted to a new place, the temple used to be around the corner, so call it more of an excuse which turned into a habit. Previous evening was a bit gloomy at my place with moderate cold weather and seasonal intermittent rain showers giving a wild feel of rainforest weather. There were very sparse people to be seen around. I enjoyed the way to our temple feeling the gentle breeze, the seemingly endless dark sky and those little drops of joy falling on us inherently. When I reached our campus temple with my sister, I met my dad’s

Be me a tapestry, that evokes jittery, in a gloomy wintery. Be me a tapestry, of an unknown history. May you win! May you win! Be me your victory, and flow through you like electricity. Be me an accessory, Which makes it all silvery. May you keep a souvenir, Like an excellent tapestry. And Be me a royal history.                                               VEDIKA

As we grow, we lose a few things and we gain some others.  We grieve to let go some childhood moments.  And quite often when I let the child inside me take control over me, it educes the following thoughts.   The child inside me is fanatic. It wishes to span the fields of freedom, where no rules obstruct.   The child inside me is a bird. It wants to fly high and watch the world around, while no bonds strangle it.   The child inside me is a little mermaid. It wants to dive deep into the waters, and gossip with the fishes.   The child inside me is a painter. It wants to colour the worldly canvas, with colours of joy and sparkles.   The child inside me is endearing. Event the smallest of the things, appear to offer profound happiness to it.   The child inside me is playful. It still wants to climb on trees, jump on grass and run behind the butterflies.   The child inside me does not want to hesitate. It wants to be freed from the society's rules web, and enjoy every ounce of life.   

  The word “Feminism” was coined back then in 1851 which broadly meant “being feminine”. Being feminine, refers to the characteristics of a woman, or resembling features such as weakness, softness, delicateness, adaptability, and fearfulness. Soon after the wave of feminism came in the late 19 th century when women fought for equal pay and treatment as that of men in workplace and opportunities, “feminism” came as a revolutionary word which meant “political, economic, and social equality of sexes, and all the campaigns and fights regarding this concern”. Indeed, we’ve come a long way analysing and understanding the gravity and depth of this word. Gravity and depth are the significant features of Mother earth. Wondering, why earth is a feminine power and not a masculine power! Well, there are two types of powers, namely masculine and feminine. Masculine power is an active energy such as fire and air which have the tendency to move on its own. Masculine power is ruled by qualiti