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  Neera Handa Dr Nov 22, 2021 · 2 min read · Listen RESPONSE TO RAVYNE’S DAILY PROMPT, ABOUT LEARNING AFTER BEING PUSHED! Life lessons story-  afterwards  — Photo by  Ivan Tsaregorodtsev  on  Unsplash I learnt it all in a second, things that I had never even understood till then.  Things that I didn’t know, or believed.   While hurtling headlong towards the screaming water of the gorge, which only, a second ago, had presented an excitingly noisy background to our lovemaking , I clutching his face in my hands, looking into his  disturbingly dark blue eyes,  while his hands trying to find places in my body, which just cried for him not to stop, and then as his hands had grabbed my hips as if to raise me towards his pulsating body, that I willingly rose to,  he had found the key ring and had let me go, and then I had understoo d, and if I had time, I would have made a bul let list of the lessons learnt, about betrayal, about love, abou...

  Neera Handa Dr Nov 6, 2021 · 2 min read · Listen The Malignant tree Mistrust Photo by  rishi  on  Unsplash This poem is inspired by Suma Narayan’s  The Tree from Hell That Feeds on Misery I was stuck especially by this line about the tree’s branches “creeping in to crevices digging out the bones”. Malignant, malignancy meaning: badly, bad condition, deadly, unhealthy, the dreaded words.  All grow out of cancerous growth, or mistrust, beware! Mistrust This seed, this seedling of doubt as it raises its ugly head from the dirt and dust of relationships where it always hides nip it right there don’t pick it throw it if you pick it. Let it rest in your palm wash it, wrap it in the fabric of forgiveness spun with the wool of forgetfulness. Then bury it, burn it, whatever you do Don’t sow it! If you bury it in your heart, don’t let it grow there! deny it the sunshine of your gaze don’t feed it with your tears and the heat of your angst don’t raise it to become a...

  Neera Handa Dr Nov 18, 2021 · 1 min read · Listen Things always get better A poem in response to the prompt — resolve Photo by  Lubo Minar  on  Unsplash Things will get worse before they get better! We know that, we are always told. But how? How does it happen? Do you ever wonder? How come, we go so low to such a miserable altitude to rise again, up and flying, so high? Some law of nature, a miracle, or divine intervention? Or just adjustment, human ingenuity Our tendency to make the best of what we are dealt! A desire to improve ourselves, our behaviour to change our direction, to get bett er, to find a solution, to resolve! Till we make yet another blunder ! 451 6 451 6