Tag: fiction
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Wind
If it is meant for me,It will fly like a bird towards my tree and land on it quietlyIf it not meant for meI will still feel the wind on my branches
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The Body Knew First
I’ve spent most of my life living in my head. Thinking, analyzing, observing, inferring. I’ve read Krishnamurti. I’ve sat in meditation. I’ve mapped out how the mind filters reality — how experience becomes observation becomes memory becomes inference. I’ve written about it, spoken about it, circled it from every cerebral angle I could find. And…
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How Do You See What’s Already in Front of You?
I’ve been sitting with a question that came out of my last meditation, and it won’t leave me alone: How does one observe things fresh — in the moment — without the inference of the same room, the same neighborhood, the same life? How can I increase the gap between raw observation and inference, so…
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The Anatomy of a Filtered Life
If I map out how I move through the world, it looks something like this: Experience → Observation → Memory → Inference Four steps. By the time I reach the last one, I’m no longer anywhere near the truth of what actually happened. Let me walk through it — through my own life — to…
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The Library We Build From Memory
I have a library in my head. Not a metaphor—an actual library. Endless shelves stacked with volumes I’ve written about my life. Every emotion has its section. Every experience, its book. When something happens to me, I don’t just feel it. I reach for the familiar volume: Oh yes, I know this feeling. It was…
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When Work Feels Like Play: A Meditation on Fun
I’ve been sitting with a nagging question lately: Why doesn’t work feel fun? Not all the time, obviously. But shouldn’t there be moments—more than occasionally—where I’m genuinely engaged, energized, maybe even enjoying myself? Instead, I find myself caught in these loops: Why am I not motivated? Why can’t I connect with my colleagues? Why isn’t…
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What in Life is Fun?
What in Life is Fun?What in life is fun?Is it the hobby that absorbs you,the creative spark catching fire,the sudden insight that shifts everything?Truly ask yourself: what is fun?And then—the harder question:How do I make space for it?Despite fear.Despite frustration, sadness,the whole messy chorus of being human—I can still accommodate fun.Not because these feelings vanish.Not…
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Love so sweet
Love, that sweet nectar—one taste and you’re craving more.When your cup empties,most move on to sample something new.But some refuse another sip.They say that first sweetnesswas the only one worth tasting.Who’s right?The ones who drink widely,or those who thirst for only one?I won’t say.Each tongue knows its own hunger
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Arthur Hale — Departure
The wind on the Newark tarmac carried the smell of salt and fuel, a mixture of the ocean and the machine. Floodlights cut through the dawn’s half-light, turning the mist into ghosts. Arthur Hale adjusted the collar of his uniform, fingers brushing the insignia that had followed him through war, peace, and now—whatever this was.…
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The Luminous
PROLOGUE Year: 2040 A.D.Mission Log: LuminousCommander Arthur Hale There is a strange silence in the upper atmosphere — the kind that follows a collective breath held too long.Earth is shrinking below us, a restless jewel wrapped in clouds and contradictions. It is beautiful from this height, heartbreakingly so. You can’t see the hunger from here.…
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Raya and Kutchu – Chapter 3
One evening before the electricity had gone off, Raya was busy trying to read a story in her English textbook. The homework was “What do you understand from the story ‘Kutchu and His Glasses’?” The story of Kutchu and his glasses is an old tale in Indian study material that you will find many children…
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