by Bindu Narula | 12 Jun 2020 | General
I was at my desk by 10 am. It’s part of a new writing routine, to turn up at the same time, same place. It’s a way of showing the muse my commitment to her. But in the last two days, not much writing or research has happened. Yesterday, instead of opening the laptop...
by Bindu Narula | 17 Apr 2020 | General, Uncategorized
Yesterday, two unexpected, joyous and seemingly unrelated events slipped into my day . They may not have happened if the world was still ‘normal.’ The night before, I had a virtual conversation with a friend in the UK, who is in total isolation. Normally,...
by Bindu Narula | 4 Dec 2019 | Poems
Vulnerable The drought breaks. Grace enters. Compassion pours into a heart, Encased in concrete. Resistance yields to Beloved’s tears. Worthlessness and shame wash away. Body softens. Eyes glow. Heart whispers, Be vulnerable. A rigid heart shatters. If this poem...
by Bindu Narula | 2 Oct 2019 | General
There were 4 million of us around the world on strike a couple of weeks ago. And most of those striking, were children. In Sydney, I stood under the shade of magnificent Morton Bay Fig trees, at the Domain, and pinched myself a few times. How did humanity get to...
by Bindu Narula | 19 Jul 2019 | General
A circle of 16 women. A simple altar in the centre, with candles, fragrant red roses in jars, and precious stones. All laid down on an ochre silk scarf. The drummer lifts a frame drum to her chest. Slow and regular beats. The women pick up the pulse of the rhythm with...
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