Silence Of Centuries

Nothing about me is out of the ordinary… I was born Bhavya (grand), but never really felt any of it. Now blissfully married, I am trying to find a home for myself. Temporarily settled in Delhi, permanently dreaming of a different home, I am and always will be a shy girl. A shy girl with lots of dreams. A shy girl – with a bold facade. I am your average kid, who’s adult’s shoes are starting to bite. Minding my business, trying to carve my niche. There was a time when I cared. The time has long gone. I do not care… about most things in life and sometimes even about myself…

I am not scared of surprises, no more averse to change. Forever, a slave to my impulses – I am struggling to strike a balance between the peace and chaos inside of me.

I write… and not always bad. Once a social worker by profession, the misanthrope inside me has taken over. I now write to satisfy my impulses. You will find me honest to my core, embittered by the times, confused with the paroxysms of the world, atheist, pseudo philosopher, extremely impatient and sometimes a little uncouth.

I am this today, tomorrow – I cannot say for sure. One thing does not change though. The unmitigated Silence. Do not be surprised if you come looking for tranquil waters at my door and find an untamed wind to welcome you…

You can write to me at stuck_in_oblivion[at]yahoo[dot]com if you must.