Author: Bindu Mohan
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Mothers
Their songsTheir prayersTheir breathless mutterings into the air, casting away the evil-eye.To mould our arms, to strengthen our limbs,to warm our hearts, to light our souls. Their stories, the solace.Their struggles, that spirit.Their resilience, that undettered support breathing into our days strength abound.Their child’s joy, theirs.Their child’s wellbeing, theirs.The child. Them. The morsels, their embrace,…
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Light of a new day
Ridges of her thoughts,Deceiving, deep, dark and darkerTo flow forward, her journey,Yet swelling at the gorges narrow and steeperChill of the wind drawing the life off her breathe,To freeze, to choke, to bury,looming as the death Scared, petrified, of that sprawling droughtHer light, her life, threatened to be put outScattered, she fumbles, moving about and…
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Ganga
It was 18th of March.The fear had started to settle in. Pleas from Italy asking to avoid the impending doom were already making rounds. Office was shut. Streets were emptying out. Frantic messages asking to stock up! Might’ve to stay at home. For longer than intended.But there was no fear, no anxious need to stock…
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Class – 2 Jan 2020
We started music (basic thala and swara) practice today… Sa-Ri-Ga-Ma… And it caught on. They associated it with their dance. Just wouldn’t stop!!Then, I told them they have Adavu test next class. The commitment that followed for the practice sessions. Beyond belief@ And to think it is a journey that will last a lifetime.At some…
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Dance as in a Dream
Courtyard Marriot, Chennai, 8 AM I sit here by the window, with my mug of green tea, with the sun shining on my face, finally having assimilated everything that last evening gave me. And I think I can see the sea. I am sure I see it. Yesterday. Last evening. I danced to Bombay Jayashri…
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Places playing your Element
Centuries of footfall, millions of passerby, but few places just remain what they are meant to be. Even 900 years later. Halebidu. It was hot. Easily somewhere close to 35-38 degree out there. We are talking about walking around a temple entirely made of stone that cooks itself in the heat. Was hopping on my…
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