We pride ourselves on being well-traveled. Travel can be enlightening and it can definitely broaden our worlds. But in my experience, a lot of times, as our worlds become bigger, each person in those worlds becomes smaller, and more replaceable.

Maybe in the end, it won’t really matter whether or not our love was reciprocated. It’ll matter what we leave behind when we are gone.

It needs no introduction.

I feel that, for people truly looking for 'Love' , it is very important that they find this love outside of a person.  I kinda found a semblance of it in poetry.  "Hum Dekhenge" is a nazm by Faiz Ahmad Faiz, about and against the then dictatorial regime of Pakistan. It's like a reminder that freedom is always fought to be achieved and must also be fought to be maintained.

An Ode to Tuffy

“We fight , so we don’t have to”- My online Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu instructor.

The oldest weapon of war, since the beginning of time. Our ideas of how the state should be run have evolved. Political ideologies have evolved. The technology for wars has evolved. But a single war / riot , a little bit disturbance in the social order, and all that modernity cannot prevent the beast inside us from coming out. Rape as a weapon of war seems to be as old as wars themselves . And the possibility of justice for victims seems to be just as non-existent today as it was before democracy ever became a thing.

Poem recitation ( Text available on https://guftuguu.com)

Every mental illness brings an isolation that , in my experience, can’t be opted out of. This is my journey with isolation and how I have , may be, learnt to work around it, over the years. There are really no solutions. Just maybe understanding the problem a little better than before.

For anyone who migrated thousands of miles away from where they grew up, how do you hold the two worlds together?