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I submitted some samples of work to get feedback and was surprised to receive a few lines. It did sound very algorithm generated in a manner of speaking but none the less, it was a revert. I’ve always hesitated to put any of my work for scrutiny because how can any art really be evaluated?… Read More

Posted onJanuary 7, 2019March 23, 2019Categoriespoetry, writingTagsbody, feminism, life, menopause, menstruation, poem, poet, poetry, women, women writers, wordpress, writing1 Comment

Dip into my words

Pleated Stories, a.k.a P.S. is an attempt to rest my various scribbles across the internet in one place. Besides being a saree aficionado, I am a barefoot running enthusiast, avid yoga practitioner and curious life watcher

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A wisp of a saree worn often even if it never got its moment of instashine. Somehow despite the multiple wears, there seems to be one memory that is inextricably woven in it. I'll tell you about that tenuous link. It was a Sunday in December last year. I was on my mat when I got a call saying that Geetaji had passed away. It was kind of surreal as just a couple of days before that I had seen her at the centenary celebrations for her father, Yogacharya B.K.S. Iyengar. The author of the seminal Light on Yoga, B.K.S. Iyengar is widely known while she is a legend especially among the women practitioners of Iyengar yoga. Once someone asked her how she felt being in her father's shadow and she replied that she stood in his light! I've had the privilege of listening to her at various occasions and watching her at work. She is my muse for #celebratingthegifted today although calling her gifted is an understatement. She was much, much more than that. There is a fair bit of information on her on the web but some precious gems would be for the ears of those lucky enough to hear her share her experiences in yoga, studying with her father and her life as a yoga teacher. Back to that December morning, I put the phone down and made a couple of calls and went to the Institute. I had never felt sorrow like that at anyone's death, not even when my father died. It was strange, this raw grief for someone I never knew personally. But grieve, I did. I spent the day with others who came to pay their respects. This saree was the one I wore then ans has always remained tied to that grief and inspirational life of a phenomenal woman. Is it a sad memory? No. Not at all. It was a clarion call to rise up to be a better student. Later that day, I wrote a small tribute to her and did something I had never done before. Shared that piece within the community. Link in bio if you'd like a read. Today, I was conscious in the awareness of her brilliance through the day. And grateful for having had the opportunity to be in her presence. . . . #pleatedstories
I've been spending a fair bit of time on the Mumbai Pune expressway lately and it is a bit tiring when there is a solid workday ahead. But, the monsoons have made the trees and shrubs creep up the verge to watch an endless stream of vehicles. It makes me happy to see how nature reclaims what belongs to her given enough time. It's slow work, deep work that happens when no one is looking. We see that kind of relentless showing up in people who follow their chosen practice without distraction. Quick on the heels of Kipchoge, Kosgei broke a record and it was yet another fantastic moment. It never fails to amaze me how much running is like living. You chip away day after day until one day it's nothing but the run. The runner and the running melt into one. In #celebratingthegifted , today is for Priyanka @anatlasofallthatisee , an evocative poet and visual voyager. I first stumbled across her tree pictures and since then have been treated to a feast of beautiful pictures and thoughts. The world desperately needs artists like her, who are song makers, story tellers and Imagineers, now more than ever. A prolific picture chronicler, she sees the galaxies in the petals of flowers and the oceans in treetops. Thank you for your art. P.S. And to those reading this post, go ahead and celebrate the gifted people you know. In whatever way you can, preferably in real life. . . . #pleated_stories
#celebratingthegifted today is a wordsmith that most of us know in the virtual word. Actually know is the wrong word, follow would be more like it. As she so often points out, social media is only a frozen moment that one chooses to share. It could be real, staged or whatever else the person wants it to be. I've enjoyed her posts for a long time now but her short stories are another thing altogether. This one is a favourite. May the ink never dry in your pen @sareesandstories 🤗 . . . #pleatedstories

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