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Musings by Ruma - "The soul of a marionette"

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The soul of a marionette

When she first came to her new home

Things were so different from where she had been.

At every step, she was reminded by someone 

Musings by Ruma - "Sad Silence"

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Durga Durgati Naashini...

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 Durga Puja is celebrated every year in the month of Ashwin according to the Hindu calendar. This falls around September and October. This signifies Rama's worship of the goddess before going to war with the king of the Rakshasas, Ravana. This autumnal ritual was different from the conventional Durga Puja, which was celebrated in the springtime. So, this Puja is also known as 'Akal-Bodhan' or out-of-season ('Akal') worship ('Bodhan'). 

The first large scale puja of Durga in recorded history is said to have been held in the late 1500s by the zamindars or landlords of Dinajpur and Malda in Bengal.

Musings by Ruma : You know how it is...

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 You know how it is;

 

There is always someone to say

 

Your mother would not have complained,

 

Your grandmother would not have cried,

Some days...

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Some days it becomes

 

A bit too much

 

And I know what

 

I crave is

 

Musings By Ruma - Part 7

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This is not the first time  that I 
 
have looked in the mirror to see
 
a little bit, a shadow here, a smile there
 

Musings By Ruma - Part 6

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I lean against the tree, cheek to bark

Listening to its living heart.

Sap rushing through veins,

Rustling leaves and twigs that wither,

Taking with them the trapped sun

Musings By Ruma - Part 5

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The sea has been calm lately

But last night

When the winds rose,

The waves must have heeded

The call of the moon too.

For this morning, the sand

Musings By Ruma - Part 4

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Alone in the moonlight

 

I drank alone from cups of wine

 

Among the uplifted faces of the flowers.

 

Musings By Ruma - Part 3

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Spring full moon

Tides curl about the reeds,

Skirting them with foam and seaweed.

 

The sand on the beach

Turns grey with rain

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