Voice of an empathetic

You are not wrong if you object to a new idea, a progressive thought, a free person, a liberal ideology, a tomorrow, a hope, a possibility, a disruption in the everyday babble, a ripple in the stagnant conversation. Your upbringing and the lessons taught to you, render you inept to adapt so soon. We are all victims of this deficiency. We were never taught to unlearn the language that judges, critiques, evaluates and terms you as terms (bitch, mental, retarded, weirdo, feminazi, *, *)  . But you are wrong if you don’t correct yourself. You are accused if you don’t educate yourself of how these constructs and judge sheets, handed to every child from grandparents, parents, teachers, society -are scripted and narrow. How they objectify one, discard another, train another and outcast the ones left. If you don’t stop and correct yourself, your neighbor, your sister, your parents, your industry- then you are wrong. Not mistaken, just wrong.

Have you ever felt a sense of belonging As if a particular thing or person or place Is Yours? They simply come into your periphery And proclaim their belongingness to you A puppy that won't let you be Wagging it's tail and nuzzling your knees? A bench in a leaf showered lonely park Begging you to come and sit on it ? A human who creeps like an evening shadow Right into your being without a qualm? You know what I mean?

It's for the first time in 24 years that I am away from my hometown "PATIALA" during the major festivals we celebrate like "LOHRI". When anyone hear the word Punjab only two things strike their mind - Peg(Alcohol) & Chicken(Non-Veg), but apart from this we have a wide varieties  of cuisines to offer you especially in winters. When the carts on the roadside are piled high with Mustard Greens And you missed the "SAAG" your mother made When the radishes are like white sabres that beckon to be bitten And the carrom seeds(Ajwain) in your parathhas know nothing of cholesterol As the venerable lady drop dollops of white butter atop these beauties You almost reached heaven As the grated carrot is added in the vessel full of milk Only to become Gajrela with nuts added nutrition Life was much simpler as food was comforting There was no fear of faded jeans splitting Smug with some Cardamom or ginger tea in your hands As you nursed the gla...

Dont fret. You will choose your stage and the audience to share your story. Distance teaches you a lot - vulnerability, exposure, fear, strength, brokeness, ecstasy, catharsis ~ you experience life. You also cherish every ounce of sunshine, snow, rain, hug, laugh, spring, autumn, music, poetry, art, fight, cause, care, concern - everything a city has to offer you. You grow into a creation that inspires instrument change. You learn, you grow wise, you realise growing up isn't as important as growing forward and progressively. You become more aware of yourself, your surrounding and your purpose. You shape it continuously, till it addressed the gap and need that irks you. You also learn importance of the minutial of life - everything that you carried with yourself till here and that stays attached to you. You become a process that learns how to chisel and continuously shape your journey. You pause, you halt, you process and you persist. You simply, simplify life ...