Mindful
Mindful

I’m trying to be mindful. Imagine a body filled with wide, brown eyes, searching for secrets. Imagine a hand yearning to feel a drop of sunlight on its palm.

Now look at this – a large bowl of stars, casually sprinkled onto the sky that you’re looking at. So casually, they drop into your body. Sparks, melting into your bones. Are you mindful?

Listen to me. Drink in my words with your ears. Feel them sink into every small corner that has silence trapped inside. Feel that song mix with your blood. Listen to me. Are you mindful?

You’ve run out of railway stations. There’s no time left to pack your bags, so drop that train of thought inside your mind and fill yourself with right here, and right now. Are you mindful?

Sanaya

Sanaya is a lawyer in Bombay. She currently spends most of her time reading and drafting documents. If she’s not doing that, she’s playing music, writing, or planning what to eat, next.

Ouevre

Four Hands

Poetry by Sanaya

Four hands divided by two Sprawl across bass and treble and the space between. Four hands means Twenty fingers moving in tandem and all for One song. Play passing the...
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Duet

Poetry by Sanaya

What I want is to have your fingers Play my tune We’ll play a duet You on black keys, me on White What I want is to hear Two melodies...
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Victory Dance

Poetry by Sanaya

Let me dance my Victory dance around the anarchy that crumbles Inside me. Rubber band arms stretch far out Collision Rejection Dismantle this machinery of misery, let each bolt fall...
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Anthology

A Crack in Time

Prose by Pariksith Singh

Call me Roxie. I am the rock that can see. It seems I am unlike other rocks. I am the only one who can speak. But it almost appears to...
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The Musical Structure of Four Quartets

Prose by Pariksith Singh

The Four Quartets is a masterpiece. It is Eliot at his maturest, though perhaps not necessarily best with each line. The great achievement of this poem, if one may call...
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Chanting defiance

Prose by Jubin Mehta

It’s a chilly winter night with a drizzle in the air. Clouds are descending on to the terraced rice fields of Bir, a Tibetan Colony in the northern Indian state...
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