Is there a term for feeling the loss of someone passing away even though you didn’t know them personally?
Someone who is a public figure known for his great deeds, compassionate heart and humble attitude towards life.
Someone you adored for being a visionary and kind at the same time.
Tag: personal
Music and Me
‘Do you have a connection to music?’ he asked. ‘Yes’, I replied with a slight smile appearing on my face. He was part of an online writers’ group that I had enrolled in. We would write short stories on a specific theme every week and submit it for peer review. I had joined it so that I could get honest, unbiased feedback from strangers who were writers and readers themselves, from people who knew nothing about me. I wanted to know what my writing revealed about me and how deep I could go.
Dream a dream
You know how you had that one dream, you had it even before you knew what actually dreams are.
A writer’s fear
The fear of not being able to write is a deep-seated fear inside every writer. It pops up on those days when you have not written a word for days. It’s not that you don’t want to write, words are constantly creating havoc in your head, but you keep postponing it for another day. It happens one morning when you realize that you haven’t written a single long piece in a very long time.
My love affair with music
My love affair with music has been a strange one. Until the age of 13, I didn’t know that I could sing because that was when my music teacher in school tested my voice and said that I could sing. And my reaction was “Really? No one in my family sings.” “Well, you do”. And…
A place called home
Where is home, is a question which keeps popping up in my head time and again. They say that home is where the heart is, but if your heart is wandering then where is home? Home, for me, for the longest part of my growing up years was a small cosy city that I grew…
Red is my colour
Today as I sipped my morning tea and read the newspaper, the article that drew my attention was an article about a politician making a racist remark about the colour of the skin of people in the southern part of India. Why the colour of the skin must be a matter of discussion I have…
Borders
I have always been fascinated with borders, I mean a border between two countries. In my head, it was always something very dramatic. In my defence, I had heard a lot about Wagah border, the famous border between India and Pakistan which has a ceremony by the security forces which attracts a lot of tourists….
To forget or not to forget
“Hi…How are you?” An unknown number was asking me on WhatsApp. I suspiciously looked at the number, wondering who wanted to know my state of being on a lazy Sunday afternoon. I wanted to ignore it but I reminded myself not to be impolite, so I replied saying “I am good, who’s this?” And then…