The immediate environment is constant drama at each sway of leaves slithering, stalking in the dark corners, sending out the signals as though your happiness and bliss is a slave to the buzz. It hollers “Buzz is bliss!”. Why harken back the familiar texture of thick dun soup even when it’s sitting by you that makes your stomach turn? The puerile dramas and oafish show bullishly endeavours to clip off the peace. The constant buzz makes an impassioned plea –“include me”. Inclusion is always where we are. ” Sometimes it’s difficult to raise your vibration and be included when you lack cohesion. I laugh quietly and bust out my stems towards the Sun divorced from the immediate thick soup. Year after year adept at rising, we write copiously.
Published by Smita Ray
Smita Ray is the mother of two lovely kids and hails from northeastern India. Her perpetual displeasure arising from the hypocrisy in the society underneath the semblance of religion, culture as well as the conditioning for compliance urged her to put down the impressions in her mind. In her spare time, she likes to have some culinary adventures along with her kids trying new recipes or crafting. She describes herself as -- a soulmate, a life alighted on the earth catching the rhythm passing by her. A tinge of joy colours her world and lays its feet on the land where revellers are awaiting her to get into the groove. View more posts