Musings of a curious mind....

In echoes of streets now distant, I find, A poem of longing for places left behind. Memories linger in the spaces once known, Souls connected, seeds were sown. The city’s heart beat, inspired my dance, Lasting for a lifetime, lost in a glance. Footsteps and songs fading in the wind, take me back I urge, oh! you mind? Each corner, a chapter in life’s fleeting book, Yearning for landscapes where memories took. The aroma of home, warmth of a cool breeze, Old souls of rain trees, whispering tales in my dreams. Nostalgia paints pictures of the moments we‘ve stored, In the heart’s gallery, missing places adored. I was all emotional when I visited Bangalore in Jan2024. We left the city in a jiffy in Feb2022. I was unwell and Bangalore weather was challenging my condition and recovery. It wasn't easy for me. I was grief stricken and miserable when we left. I had built a life here from scratch, made deeply fulfilling connections not just with my students, their parents, friends and f

"Why now?" my husband asked me when I told him I have an online appointment with my therapist. I have been in therapy for the last 2.5 yrs very regularly. This is the time I was going through a rough time health wise.(I shall share about it in another post) So, Now that I was a lot better and yet made an appointment with my therapist - he posed the question. At first, I got defensive, I felt threatened but within 20 seconds, I was able to calm down and respond.(thanks to all the hours in therapy and a lot of other personal and healing work.)  I didn't know how to explain it properly yet, so I asked him to give me some time to come up with an explanation. After some introspection, I realised why I choose to have regular appointments with a therapist. Here, I share it with whoever would like to know. :) A therapist offers me a safe, non judgmental and confidential space to express myself. In this space, I am not scared of being myself, showing my flaws, fears, imperfection