Her name is Aaradhya

(I met Aaradhya in a village {our base camp} while I went on a trek. On probing few elders got to know a bit about her.. that made my eyes moist and my heart just couldn't stop beating for her) 

She didn’t have much going her way
Was six months old when she lost her mother
Hardly saw her father as he used to work faroff
Had no children her age.. in that tiny village
Had one duckling toy in her hand, which am sure would have been her life
When my troop were eating poha, she ate too sitting at one corner.. all alone

Seeing her, I gave her a pack of jimjam, and her face lit like the brightest star in the sky
I took a minute to do my chores and came back to check on her.. and she was gone.. her plate still had poha
I went searching for her.. and found her in one corner eating jimjam
I asked her if she liked it..
She smilingly nodded her head
And I went inside and got her one more pack
And she burst giving her widest widest smile
She laughing ran around in circles with a jmjam pack in each of her hand..
..that tears ballooned in my eyes

I was low on charge.. but next moment I showed her a mobile game that my daughter had downloaded in my phone
It was a simple ‘decoratig the cake’ game
She snatched the phone with both her hands..
And started colourfully decorating the cake, and kept laughing on top of her voice..
That laughter sound is still there in my eardrums

If you have read till here:
We are blessed with a lot. Try doing your bit for the have-nots. Because your one bit, will fill their heart will happiness aplenty.

⚪Marble

I used to hold it in between my index finger and thumb. And kept rolling it in slo-mo. Inside one, nano-particles sparkled as stars in the galaxy. Putting me in a realm – as if I could tame the galaxy between my two fingers. The more I rolled it, it voodooed me, sucked me inside it, and made me a part of a magical divinity.

I wonder why I still whey there, play there, stay there, lay there. Unchanging my day, every day, like it’s my Groundhog Day – my start, my middle, my end.

Lot has flown in the river, rocks turned into pebbles turned into nothing; moons have passed the sky times infinite; skies turning black, grey, indigo; and I got hold of a few marbles, again.

My eyes opening like lightning burst of stars as I held one in between my index finger and thumb. And kept rolling it in slo-mo. Inside one, nano-particles sparkled as stars in the galaxy. Putting me in a realm – as if I could tame the galaxy between my two fingers. The more I rolled it, it voodooed me, sucked me inside it, and made me a part of a magical divinity.

🙃in the middle of nowhere

In the middle of scrolling through what-not insta reels
avoiding FOMO by gluing eyes to ads in-between youtube videos
reading missable ads that camouflage in the middle of quora Q&A’s
giving a straight face to those faces on senseless memes
stagnancy hits you

In the middle of adjusting and whipping your glasses
blurring vision for looking constantly at irrelevant things
fingers pausing to type and yet typing all-things-random
being okay-notOkay-yetOkay with your haggard appearance  
life questions you

For the swollen eyes, numb mind, cold heart
refuge is taken under songs, quotes, and vices
ted-talks, ott energy vampire, and meds-n-beds
in lotus position where the monkey mind is always unstill
and there, the quagmire existence still haunts you