From The Quill

So many have come and gone, So many have not succeeded, In leaving their mark. We are broken inside out; We always were Even before we knew what it meant. We were together yet alone. It made me wonder if Love was everything I read about in books. Loneliness comes to the soul In bouts of realisation; Like waves of reality hitting On daydreams of the heart, Waking us up in jolts. And then came the gloomy days When you were absent. Days which made me realise What it truly meant To love someone, Like in the books. ~ SURANYA

My heart is that of Radha's  Longing to reunite with my Beloved. My soul that of His,  One and the same, he and I.  There they sit together  Witnessing song, dance, and frolick  Colours that smear the same  On every skin,  Rich, poor, class and caste alike. The red of love, the orange of sacrifice  The yellow of spring, green of everlasting promises. And here I am, dancing in a frenzy  Singing the praises of the Lord  Who made you and I?  Would He not grant me a final wish,  And reveal Himself to me  As the drums play along? ~ Suranya Holi is celebrated across India as a day when Krishna confessed his affection for Radha. However, in most parts of East India, especially Odisha and Bengal, this full moon is celebrated as Dol Purnima. Here's why: Vishambhar Mishra was born in Nabadwip, Nadia, in a commoner's house on the day of Holi in 1486 CE. As he was born under a Neem tree, his nickname (Daak naam) was Nimai. His affecti...

I am the daughter who brought bad grades home. And every time I did, I saw a look of disappointment in my parents' eyes. I am the daughter who made my parents worry about my future. To the world that counts the intelligence of a child by their maths number, I was the stupid, head-in-the-clouds, immature person who cried at the slightest inconvenience. I matured later than my parents expected me to, and I was pretty sure at some point in my clueless life that I could perhaps never make anyone feel proud of me. The complaints were piling up. But I did, I made myself proud of who I am the most. Everyone else comes after that. I found my way, I stick to my dreams and believe in my ability to fulfil them, maybe not all at once but slowly, gradually and finally. I became independent not by choice but by the way life experiences taught me to be self-reliant is the best way to keep me from expectations and hurt. I go through existential crises, knowing so does everyone else at all ages aro...

It is weird how selectively our memories work, almost like we remember only impactful parts of dreams. Sometimes, when we remember someone or something, what pops up in our mind as a memory is a fabrication of reality with our imagination or interpretation of the person or event. Retelling of these same stories makes them as real as the present, yet they are not. Most parts are our perspective of a person or place, or event, and if you start sharing, you realise their memories of the same can be different from yours. Perhaps that is why happiness is rare, because when we look back, we only remember the profound moments. We don't try to recollect the unpleasant, the worst days and nightmares, yet they haunt us at our lowest points. But what about the mundane, peaceful days? We fail to appreciate them while they last, because they cause no emotional surge. Yet we crave normalcy and define it as happiness. Imagine if all our days were mundane, we would perhaps be devoid of nostalgia o...

"Days pass by as I begin to heal,  I want to feel whole again." It's an odd expression, I wonder.  As I keep my book down,  My eyes caught a couple  Sitting hand in hand  In a corner of the coffee shop. Why do we feel incomplete  Without a person or an achievement? I ponder upon it, staring at my reflection On the screen of the phone. I have my whole world.  Around me, even when I am alone.  Yet I, too, feel an emptiness engulf me. Remember when we read about black holes? How do they consume everything? Sadness perhaps consumes life.  Into a dark nothingness. We begin to put more importance.  In less important things.  And before we know it, The feeling of a void creeps in. Yet, once you heal Once you know better, You will see, all along You were whole. Complete. Filled with everything The universe is made of. Particles of hope, faith and love. ~ Suranya

Aj chal ek adhuri dastaan pura kar lete hai.  Ek teri ishq mein hum gerua orr lete hai.  Aj hawayon ka rukh mor dete hai.  Chal aj thoda jee lete hai. Tere ishq ka jogan banti firti hoon,  Duniya se chupake teri sapne bunnti hoon,  Aasuyon ko tera saya bana leti hoon. Par ab bohot hua chupna chupana.  Aj chal subah ke dhoop mein  Duniya se baya kar deti hoon,  Prem hai tujhse, sirf tujhse. Tu hi sach meri, aj tu yeh jaan le.  Do kadam main chalu,  Tere ehsaas mein ghar bana loon,  Aaja aj palko mein tere sapne sawar loon. © Suranya Meera Bai, a prominent figure of the Bhakti Movement, identified herself as Lord Krishna's wife. The princess of Merta, married to the crown prince of Mewar Bhojraj, refused to lead the life of a widow after her husband passed away in a battle against Babar. It is widely believed that when she was invited back to Chittorgarh by Rana Udai Singh after his mother Rani Karnavati had asked Meera to leave the c...