All posts by Mridula Bhatt

Stories from the fleeting imagination of a dreamy person. I am a student of Literature making my way through the turf of Life with a passion for learning. This blog is a diary of all my thoughts and imaginative wanderings. I hope it is able to inspire and instigate you with a zest for living!

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“No one can ever see so much in life so as to close their eyes to the life in everything.

After all, even the world hasn’t seen its best yet!”

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How to lose: One event at a time

Now that I do not need a spotless suit…
Do I open my arms to the roaring clouds?

LOSE – In the end, all of life becomes a series of events where every person has lost something at every step. But, the present moment barely allows time to ponder about the things we’ve lost. Probably it is the lack of reflection that prompts us into perceiving loss as a life changing setback. As I write today, I take my time to hark back and notice what all goes by when we lose a prized possession….

Step One: You Grow out of Your Utopia

The essence of a settled and content life is setting up of boundaries. A secure person is the one who has set his boundaries and knows them well. So, a modern day utopia revolves around crossing a set road every day, passing the same order of things daily and hoping for the world to stay the same.

The loss of an element, interrupts the utopian order. And it is only then that the boundaries become a burden and the spirit awakens to a new adventure.

Step Two: You Realize the World’s Bigger

Unlike what anybody says, mathematics is the one subject where no body has ever failed. Had the counter protestations been any true, every person would have been struggling in his/her life. We conveniently add one thing to another and create a microcosmic world for ourselves.

One House + One Car + One (Large) Family + One Job = One Life

It is only when we lose any of our “one’s” that we stare in the eyes of the big, wide world which remained unexplored. From there on, all mathematics fails and boils down to one formula:

One World = One Life

Step Three: You Taste a Pinch of the Greater Good

In the bandwagon of life, one receives since another loses – How often do we remember this phrase during the course of our life, especially in the midst of our celebrations? We seldom do. It is only when the tables turn that we are able to find a consolation in the greater good which we have made possible by sharing an impending loss.

So, with regards to the question that ignited this piece – how do we tackle a loss? – my answer is only one:-

“We keep ourselves ready to shed some feathers and grow new ones”

The Radio Diaries

A sip of tea, a splash of memories on the rhythm of the radio….

Call it an incident or a chance of luck that I stumbled upon a web page which has made all of my coming February 13s remarkable…

Besides being the 24 hours before the day when is Love set free, 13th February is also the World Radio Day. An international observance day like any other, made for granting due respect and recognition to a treasure that has already become a relic. But, this Radio Day is going to be special for me, now that I know why it’s not unimportant.

So why the radio? Probably because it has been a part of so “many first” experiences of people!

From the first music to the first moment of joyful togetherness, it has been the radio which has brought people closer to one another in forms so many that they can barely be counted. It was the radio which drove steps to the music…..

Radio is the most intimate and socially personal medium in the world.  — Harry Von Zell

But as I bring out my childhood friend this 13th February, there might not be my mother’s recognisable chatter or a reminiscent composition from the Past. Rather, there would be my mother’s ageing hand on mine and a glitter of tears in our eyes as we both relive the moments burdened in heaps of memories……

The Reset Button: Can We Create One?

Taking a break from blogging was a necessary evil to find new things to feel and write about…But it isn’t always a humongous case of memorable feelings as an overwhelming emotion that brings us all to write and express…

When things come falling down upon us, our first response is lifting our hand up to seek help and lift off the weight on our chests…With no courage left to lift the weight any more, can we possibly continue to hold on while waiting for an external help? Would we give anything to reset that moment in time and prevent the weights from falling on us when we least expect it?

It is funny that while we can rewrite our realities on paper, we can seldom do that in real life. But should a “reset button” come our way, what would it do to alter our reality, especially when it connects so many others as well?

As far as I could look, I found that our reset button does not change realities as much as it changes us. With its single click, a discouraging word became a challenging provocation, a hopeless moment became an ambition full dream, and lost life became a redeemed promise of fulfillment…Interestingly, the only thing that changed was our feeling or our thought…After all, what else could change?

To Remember or Not…..

Life often times becomes obsessed with today and tomorrow. So much so, that it seems to be born everyday only to die day after and be born again. Then, might we say –

“All life is but a pursuit to evade the Past?”

As I walk through the pavements of my memory today, I encounter countless moments which have been resisted from remembrance – only to make me comfortable in my mind. Thus, naturally we do not recall the one time when we broke out in tears out of fear or lost someone out of one’s own selfishness or chose to ache an ailing heart because its bearer had done a mindless act offending our sensibilities.

The more I see, the more I know that in all my trysts with the Past, it is not the past itself which suffers. Rather the ghosts of people residing in it bear the violence for they have become frozen in time. As I choose to grudge against certain memories, I opt to lemmatise their agents, thereby gathering my power over the ghosts in the memory.

Yet, I forget that even today would become a memory tomorrow. And the people I meet today would be the ghosts I would want to freeze tomorrow….Just like I would become a ghost to forget tomorrow in the mind of a certain other who seems to be unimportant today…

So, do I choose to remember? Or do I opt to forget?

Knowing that my memory becomes the only gateway for someone to exist?


I must admit that I have come to this realisation after reading about the Award Winning Broadway Show “Dear Evan Hansen” (based on the book of the same name by Steven Levenson). It is indeed a very thought-provoking musical.

Has anyone watched it?!

Please, do let me know in the Comments Section…