Milestones that Matter

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Hands joined and eyes closed, I stood nervously behind the podium. The crowd before me had parted from their seats respectfully. They stood waiting for a holy prayer to commence the auspicious ceremony. Poor them. They definitely weren't ready for the cacophony that was coming. My voice may just have sucked the auspiciousness out of the ceremony.

On Mothers and Chores

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It's close to midnight. My mom slumps down on the bed, visibly exhausted. I'm lying down next to her, massaging my eyes after having spent my whole day before the laptop. I'm still wide awake, sleep eluding me yet again. My mom is moments away from a deep slumber, but a few words escape her before she dozes off. Something about the lockdown making little difference to stay-at-home moms.

Corona Chronicles - The Face of Humanity

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The colleges are shut down. Families are locked in. Streets are swept free of traffic. Hugs are more threatening than soothing. Social media has more tasks than Bigg Boss. Patience is being tested in households rather than traffic jams. Sanitizers have become more valuable than oil.

Z for Zone #AtoZChallenge

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You have a name. You have a designation. A resume with bullet points of your accomplishments. You have a visage. A skin of a certain colour. A body that may or may not be flattering. You have a past that people know about. A socio-economic background. A certain religion or caste, irrespective of your beliefs. You have all of these features and more that define you. You are to the world a combination of labels.

Y for YOLO #AtoZChallenge

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Today is just another day. 

You may have your daily meals, do your daily chores, and while away the rest of time in store. 

Today in the now, you alone stand for all that has happened to you before. 

You are what became of all your days of the past, all your tears and laughs of what was. 

But you are also what stands for the unknown ahead, the could-be's and maybes' of the morrow. 

You are today the prologue to possibilities, 

The hopes of a happier haven.

Today may be just another day. 

But tomorrow is empty and waiting.
It could be anything in the making.

X for the Unknown #AtoZChallenge

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Two thousand years before this dawn

The Arabs had the symbols drawn;

Al-jabr, though the name had been,

Algebra is the name we've seen. 

Equations of the mastermind

Lacked a value yet to find.

'Shay-un', though its name had been,

X is all that we have seen. 

W for Writing #AtoZChallenge

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In the eighth grade classroom of a Central school, all hell had broken loose. It was a commotion so profound that calling it a fish market would be an understatement. In the midst of the futile screams of the class-monitor were flying cloth dusters, pencil pouches, and a black shoe. While some were seen hopping over the desks, others crawled underneath them for reasons unknown. Vigorous pen-fights and matches of odd-or-even were being played over multiple groups. A few were found asking around for completed notebooks, graph papers, rulers, and a missing shoe. You see, it was a free period.