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There is a dichotomy I face regarding money. There's an intellectual/logical awareness about it and there is some inner emotions to be worked upon. This blog is an attempt to get the inner work done. Yes, writing works like that in healing too. Let's get started. The Intellectual / Logical Awareness- I had a conversation recently with a senior from another B-school and a pretty established FMCG company in India, who too had left her job in 2020. She told me a few things about money as follows- - People are going to tell you don't care about the money. But money is still important for living. I earn by conducting yoga workshops and DMT ( Dance Movement Therapy) workshops. It's not as much as I used to before. But it's still pretty good. And I have a rented apartment and everything. So, don't neglect money altogether. You'd need it. Her story was inspiring. It was also something I knew already. When I had told my coach back in 2019 that I never have money prob...

 I woke up today without the burden of the past. When I opened my eyes, I suddenly felt amazingly light. I absorbed the bed I was in and the room. No lingering thoughts in my head and a lot of messages and notifications in my phone. Before reading them I thought of only one thing - Who am I today? And what grand and glorious adventure am I going to have today? I love it when I wake up like this. I also acknowledge that I put a lot of efforts on doing the inner work the previous night just before sleeping so that the next day is better. I have nothing on my calendar so I just decided to visit a place some 20mins far from where I am. I want to post the testimonial I received in the morning. This is for my rainy days in the future, to remember that on a certain day I was brave enough to conduct a workshop on interpreting visions and dreams and helped a client achieve so much more, do her inner child healing and come out of her body-image issues. The font is too light for my eyes and I...

Your thoughts, your feelings, The emotions you’re perceiving- What are they, if not fragments of beauty? Epitome of beauty be that mind of yours, That heart that loves simplicity, The beauty you see around- Invisible to busy eyes, Incomprehensible to worried minds. How do you pen a poem then Of the beauty you see From that heart of yours? Do you break sentences? Do you rhyme words? Or do you just read, And, after every four seconds, pause? How would you express your heart? With long words from a heavy lexicon? How long should each word be, Sitting on someone’s dictionary? And if all you want is to gently read, Write the poem a broken heart would need, Not simple meanings behind words too-long, Write your heart out to a simple song. Write the word that makes you believe Not the one that looks good on paper. Choose the word that weighs more No matter the length be nine or four. Ask yourself, what would make you believe, C...

He says 'tis not poetry what you write. Where are the stories, where are the rhymes? Though we look into each other's eyes for hours From one sunset to another sunrise. He says 'tis not love if we await another day. Where are the words you and I didn't say? He says 'tis not about my daydreams. He says we don't hold hands very often. For the world is filled with contemporary poets, He says mine don't fit this world of substance. Where does the heart of your poem lie?, he asks. A poem's not a breeze, long, that doesn't last. A minute longer that doesn't stay, 'Tis not a poem, 'tis what your feelings say. A floating second on someone's news feed, No dearth of meanings for those who read, Not my stories but 'tis what I think, I say I don't write poems, I just write dreams.

She rewrites history, Everyday, She says. I see lies. And when he smiles, And claims he is fine. I see lies. More lies. And when I look at you, And you make me feel good I see you through, I read your book. I see lies. More lies. All lies. Yesterday, When you said Things will be alright. I knew at an instant, That feeling, That vibe. You're going To lie, again. Shackles of lies, In everything I say. And when I write Our story today, I see lies, I see them, everywhere.