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A map of SARAS through which Chavvi's story travels. 🎶 Chavvi, a curious girl, finds herself in company of Ayush, a mysterious boy, in the world where Music and Arts are erased from the pages of history and only Science prevails. While they uncover history of the world they live in, they're targeted and most likely in danger. Will they sustain in such a world? Will this world accept something so magical and powerful even if it is introduced to them? Will the world understand their fight towards it? 🎶 #miracleswords #musicmystique ____________________________________________ #write #writing #writings #deepthoughts #writers #writersofinstagram #wordstoliveby #words #wordporn #poems #poemsofinstgram #poemsporn #poetry #spilledpoetry #poetrycommunity #writtenword #love #dream #wordsmith #instawrite #writerslife #instawriter #wordswithqueens #instapoetry #instapoet #instapoem #spilledink #wordgasm (at Mystique) https://www.instagram.com/p/CADk37BFrzp/?igshid=16t640twi3ohu

He is the one if, He makes me laugh when I don't want to. He is the one if, He makes me do crazy things just for the fun of it. He is the one if, He supports you more than anyone. He is the one if, He doesn't leave you through whatever life offers. He is the one if, He can make you mad yet you can talk to him about it. He is the one if, He makes you want to cry for how much you love him. He is the one if, He just makes you smile just with his face in your mind. He is the one if, He makes your stomach curl when you see him. He is the one if, He makes your heart warm just with his smile. He is the one if, He replies with more enthusiasm than you when you say "I love you". He is the one if, He is just "if" and never continued with "but..." 💕 #miracleswords #MusicMystique ____________________________________________ #write #writing #writings #deepthoughts #writers #writersofinstagram #wordstoliveby #words #wordporn #poems #poemsofinstgram #poemsporn #poetry #spilledpoetry #poetrycommunity #writtenword #love #dream #wordsmith #instawrite #writerslife #instawriter #wordswithqueens #lockdowndiaries #instapoet #stayhome #spilledink #wordgasm (at Bangalore, India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CALTPRflZjS/?igshid=ylfbzne0hw77

2 years ago • "Do you think birds have a language difference as we do like one language for one species?" Vigyan asked. "Maybe, but I think they'll all be bilingual since they keep migrating or they just talk in the same code that is the same in all the regions," Chavvi said scribbling some notes. "Well, there's code in everything for the data scientist. Even now you're figuring out some algorithm." "If the university gives me permission to cut open their brains and check it. I could give some promising result without any algorithm." Mridula said drinking her coffee. "Hey, Vig! You could shoot some for me. I'll get the Grant and permission from my University." "That's just cruel, Mrid! You're a neurologist for God's sake. Not Dr. Mengele," Chavvi said while Mridula chuckled. "And Gyan, their voices in the morning are just... There's a word for this. Yeah! So calming like some sort of magic! Don't you dare shoot them." she said gazing at the birds returning home. "Hey! I just build weapons. I don't use them in real life," Vigyan said defensively. "By the way guys, the only magic in this world is science. Everything is explainable," Mridula countered. "Everything that isn't cut open, decoded or the concept of "God" Chavvi believes in." Everyone laughed. "I just know that there's something balancing the universe. Some power and I call it God while you call it a Force. Just different perspective. We don't know who's right," Chavvi said packing up her things. "Yet and you call it "Kanha"," shrugged Vigyan. "Fine! Let me know when you've discovered the "Force" and name it. I'll worship it," Chavvi said sipping her tea. Though what they hadn't discovered was the two men wearing long coats, listening to their conversation intently without drinking their--now cold--coffees. 🎶 #miracleswords #MusicMystique ____________________________________________ #write #writing #writings #deepthoughts #writers #writersofinstagram #wordstoliveby #words #wordporn #poems #poemsofinstgram #poemsporn #poetry #spilledpoetry #poetrycommunity #writtenword #love #dream #wordsmith #instawrite #writerslife #instawriter #wordswithqueens #instapoetry #instapoet #instapoem #spilledink #wordgasm (at Mystique) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAS7QSmF5Na/?igshid=1qtn7tcxtx3bx

He was running when I first saw him. Butter on his mouth, filled with laughter. When he looked at me, I could feel every pore in my body grow warm. His smile felt as though I understood him, yet I couldn't fathom him. "Radha! Radha!" he called out with his enigmatic voice, the next time I saw him. His dark complexion, the peacock feather, the striking yellow robe, the flute in his hand. He was so out of place yet merged among us. Now that I remember, he was always the centre of attention. He just wanted to see me, the daughter of the chief of Vrindavan. The next time I remember, I would wait for any sound of him. His anklets, his laughter and more importantly, his flute. How couldn't I be mesmerized by his tunes while the whole of Vrindavan would come to a stand still? As days went on, Little did I know he was walking step by step into my heart and I, into his. We spent every available second together. Little did we know it was borrowed time. We would dance, tell each other stories and just watch each other smile under the moonlit sky. Then he had to go to Mathura. He had his destiny to be fulfilled. While everyone in Vrindavan walked behind the chariot trying to stop him, I hid behind a tree trying to see him one last time. Our eyes met. He smiled. In that moment, I heard his flute. His smile and his tune gave me his message. Even if he wasn't next to me, that day he sat in my heart's throne. I smiled back but that night when I saw the peacock feather he left for me, I cried. ~ From that day, I've heard he's the God purifying the Earth. That he's the Mastermind behind the war. That he's a coward-Ranchor, kidnapper, strategist, protector. But now, I know. The promise he made with his smile, he kept it. He's Radha's Krishna and I, Krishna's Radha. I understood how smile but now, I can fathom it too. 💕 #miracleswords ____________________________________________ #write #writing #writings #deepthoughts #writers #writersofinstagram #wordstoliveby #words #wordporn #letters #foreverlove #poemsporn #poetry #spilledpoetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #writtenword #love #dream #wordsmith #Krishna #writerslife #radha #wordswithqueens #radhakrishna #vrindavan (at Vrindavan) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAYUb__FGA7/?igshid=13hjef7x9op8d

Chavvi was in her class when she heard the sound. It was soft. She had never heard of that sound before and by the look of her classmates, they hadn't too. Everyone were whispering among themselves while Chavvi listened to the sound with rapt attention. "Silence everyone," Professor Laya said and as always the class fell into silence. Only the soft sound was heard. "Professor, do you know what it is? It's starting to give me a headache," said a student. "It's just a sound. Get a hold of yourself," Chavvi said still looking out of the window. "Chavvi, back to your seat. Everyone calm down. I'll go check," she said and went out. Chavvi found it strange that something this beautiful was causing chaos among people. She recorded the sound on her phone whilst enjoying it. The professor walked in and said, "The sound is still a mystery but it isn't anything dangerous. The local police are investigating it. Let's get on with our class, shall we?" - "Did you hear the noise?" Vigyan asked the others as they entered into the cafe. "I saw the chief of the local police go barking mad when he heard it." "First of all, it's sound and I guess he would have to be examined for barking before that sound," Mridula said. "I have it in my phone. I recorded it but it was so beautiful and soothing didn't you think?" Chavvi said pushing the play button. "No!" shouted Mridula and Vigyaan in unison and stopped the player. "Are you mad? The whole cafe will go nuts if they hear it again. It's already on the news and they're calling the NCA to solve it. Whatever it was, I think it's a serious issue now," Vigyan said. "I agree with you, Chav but it is a strange sound. What if it's some ultrasound weapon or something?" Mridula said. "But how can something so beautiful be dangerous?" Chavvi asked. "I can answer that for you if you let me join you guys," someone said behind them. 🎶 #miracleswords #MusicMystique ____________________________________________ #write #writing #writings #deepthoughts #writers #writersofinstagram #wordstoliveby #words #wordporn #poems #poemsofinstgram #poemsporn #poetry #spilledpoetry #poetrycommunity #writtenword #love #dream #wordsmith #instawrite #writerslife (at Mystique) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAf_4z5FS1u/?igshid=1wyevum7gc185

Here in life, we set and rise. How to see it is upon you, By reflecting and reacting. Have the life your way, cause that's the way world runs. Happy or hurt, you are born to burn. Either spread the burn with light or dark- like the sun- is up to you. In your life, you're the sun for yourself. 🌇 PC : @_optical.shades_ 🌅 #miracleswords ____________________________________________ #write #writing #writings #deepthoughts #writers #writersofinstagram #wordstoliveby #words #wordporn #poems #poemsofinstgram #poemsporn #poetry #spilledpoetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #instagram #love #instalike #instawrite #instawriting #instawriter #photography #sunset #instaclicks #photo #spilledink #wordgasm https://www.instagram.com/p/CAlMi7flV7d/?igshid=1ck7cbffedgtc

I don't know if to continue or to rail through it for I know I got talents but is it enough? Doesn't luck matter? Doesn't money matter? Of course it does! It's not just the societal norms but also a criteria for a good and well acknowledged life. I hate how's the world running now but I don't even know if I'm right. In this world, who knows what's right and what is not? In this world, who knows what's good or bad for them. In someway or the other everyone relates to each other but yet we don't like others. In someway, we're all the same. Selfish. Selfish as in not ruin the whole world selfish but haven't we in some way messed up things without thinking or giving a second chance or showing kindness to others as well as ourselves? It's crazy how we run our minds. It's just a whole other world in there but it's almost the same compared to the outer one. Don't take this rant seriously but it's good to free up the inner world as to change the outer world. If not in a large scale, just the peace and quiet of your surroundings isnt enough for you lead the life you've dreamt of? Because every thing and every one count as you're a social being or else you're just a sociopath out in this psychotic world. 💕 #miracleswords ____________________________________________ #write #writing #writings #deepthoughts #writers #writersofinstagram #wordstoliveby #words #wordporn #poems #poemsofinstgram #poemsporn #poetry #spilledpoetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #writtenword #love #dream #rant #instawrite #instawriting #instawriter #quotes #instapoetry #instapoet #instapoem #spilledink #wordgasm (at Cubbon Park Bangalore) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAqN7Csjipz/?igshid=108zfhkcjtaaq

He wasn't the brightest brightest of stars but still his eyes twinkled. I don't know why I write about him for he's just my imaginary fool. He is a confidant with whom I feel at home. ✨ #miracleswords ____________________________________________ #write #writing #writings #deepthoughts #writers #writersofinstagram #wordstoliveby #words #wordporn #poems #poemsofinstgram #poemsporn #poetry #spilledpoetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #writtenword #love #dream #rant #instawrite #instawriting #instawriter #quotes #instapoetry #instapoet #instapoem #spilledink #wordgasm https://www.instagram.com/p/CAs1uhBl06m/?igshid=178s9nabxsp0w

Everything starts at Home and so does caring and nurturing the Environment. Seeing the happenings around the world, we, Humans, have understood how much the Environment is Stronger and Patient than all of us. My #OneWishForTheEarth this #WorldEnvironmentDay is that Humans understand that we are a small and even maybe a little unimportant in maintaining the balance of the nature. So let's not be arrogant and be thankful for what she has given us even though we haven't been her best children. 🍃 Take this initiative and spread the world among your closed ones. Say what would you wish for the Earth this day. Tag #OneWishForTheEarth 🌱 #miracleswords ____________________________________________ #write #writing #writings #deepthoughts #writers #writersofinstagram #wordstoliveby #words #wordporn #poems #poemsofinstgram #poemsporn #poetry #spilledpoetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #writtenword #love #dream #rant #quotes #climatewarrior #instapoem #spilledink #wordgasm (at SAVE mother EARTH) https://www.instagram.com/p/CBCyFzrFu9v/?igshid=1vyl3wk4iaquh

You have your pillow as your tears-friend, why not have another as your talk-friend? Maybe yourself! Just try to know yourself. Listen to yourself before expecting others to listen to you. ✨ #miracleswords ____________________________________________ #write #writing #writings #deepthoughts #writers #writersofinstagram #wordstoliveby #words #wordporn #poems #poemsofinstgram #poemsporn #poetry #spilledpoetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #writtenword #love #dream #rant #instawrite #instawriting #instawriter #quotes #instapoetry #instapoet #instapoem #spilledink #wordgasm (at Namma Bengaluru- ನಮ್ಮ ಬೆಂಗಳೂರು) https://www.instagram.com/p/CBGhMzWlUbd/?igshid=1xwrbw93kgiis

“Almost all good writing behinds with terrible first efforts. You need to start somewhere.” - Anne Lamott ✨ So before any of you get any ideas, no this isn’t me working on my book. It’s just me stirring up my knowledge in history and starting to take writing seriously. Someone once said to me that if one has to succeed in Writing or Speaking, one has to know his Mother Tongue very well. So here’s me taking the first step to dive deep into the my love and pride, my mother tongue, Kannada. I’ve written about “Mysore’s Legislative Assembly” which is the first ever step taken towards democracy in India in 1881 by Diwan C. V. Rangachalru. After 3 hours of Research, 4 hours of first draft, 2 hours of editing and one and half hour of rewriting, the piece is finally ready and I’m so proud of it. I’ve learnt so much that I’m immensely proud of and to have written about it makes me feel even better. It’s always a good day when you close your tired yet satisfied eyes.

And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt. - Sylvia Plath ✨ #miracleswords ____________________________________________ #write #writing #writings #deepthoughts #writers #writersofinstagram #wordstoliveby #words #wordporn #poems #poemsofinstgram #poemsporn #poetry #spilledpoetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #writtenword #love #dream #wordsmith #instawrite #writerslife #instawriter #wordswithqueens #instapoetry #instapoet #spokenword #spilledink #wordgasm (at Bangalore, India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CB5OdMnJqS1/?igshid=xrv38k91h4cl

I enjoy doing housework, ironing, washing, cooking, dishwashing. Whenever I get one of those questionnaires and they ask what is your profession, I always put down housewife. It's an admirable profession, why apologize for it? You aren't stupid because you're a housewife. When you're stirring the jam you can read Shakespeare.

- Tasha Tudor

Feral

A hyper independent is just a feral cat who needs to be rehabilitated into a loving environment

“I’m not telling you to make the world better, because I don’t think that progress is necessarily part of the package. I’m just telling you to live in it. Not just to endure it, not just to suffer it, not just to pass through it, but to live in it. To look at it. To try to get the picture. To live recklessly. To take chances. To make your own work and take pride in it. To seize the moment. And if you ask me why you should bother to do that, I could tell you that the grave’s a fine and private place, but none I think do there embrace. Nor do they sing there, or write, or argue, or see the tidal bore on the Amazon, or touch their children. And that’s what there is to do and get it while you can and good luck at it.”

— Joan Didion, Commencement Address at UC Riverside (1975)

The Woman Dies | Aoko Matsuda | Granta Magazine

“Grief and rage - you need to contain that, to put a frame around it, where it can play itself out without you or your kin having to die. There is a theory that watching unbearable stories about other people lost in grief and rage is good for you - may cleanse you of your darkness.”

Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides

“Give me blood and rage and / a heart for horror; teach me to be / tough enough to face this world / still standing. Make a Fury of me.”

Elizabeth Hewer, from “Finding Ariadne” in Wishing for Birds

“Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.”

Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides

Mumford & Sons, “Lover’s Eyes”

“A wild longing for strong emotions and sensations seethes in me, a rage against this toneless, flat, normal and sterile life. I have a mad impulse to smash something, a warehouse, perhaps, or a cathedral, or myself,”

Herman Hesse, Steppenwolf

“…is it better to throw yourself head first and laughing into the holy rage calling your name?”

Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

“There is love in me the likes of which you’ve never seen. There is rage in me the likes of which should never escape.”

Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

“We, hurt by ourselves, keen / to be hurters and keen / to be hurt back deep inside. / We, like weapons laid / beside anger asleep.”

Rainer Maria Rilke, The Poetry of Rilke; “Antistrophes” (tr. Edward Snow)

“…she did not allow herself tears. When she did cry, she would explain her tears in this way: ‘I am not weeping, I am bursting with rage.’”

Gabriella Fiori, from Simone Weil: An Intellectual Biography

“Isn’t all that rage so ugly? / And isn’t it mine, still? / Good god, isn’t it mine?”

Ashe Vernon, from “Buried,” Not a Girl

Ada Limón, from “The Good Fight”

“What are we made of but hunger and rage?”

Anne Carson, excerpt of To Compostela

#95: Are you a baby? A litmus test - Haley Nahman

i don’t pretend to know the exact contours of your life. but i know the shape of pain, of loss. i know the feeling of staring your past in its eyes and being crushed under its icy gaze, under the weight of all of the decisions you haven’t made and the consequences of the ones you have. i know the gut wrenching feeling of putting your faith in the world and being let down once again. these feelings are as universal as music and art and sharing bread with the ones you love. maybe the great challenge of being human is finally understanding that we are not alone in this.

Dogfish, by Mary Oliver