Airavata anthology is a book written by 44 writers including children, a project by Mayaakatha, where Stories Dance – a platform for Storytelling in association with Pachyderm Tales and published by Ukiyoto Publishing.
Preeti S Manaktala
Foreword by Siddhartha Satpathy
Cover design by Satinder Ahuja
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In this exclusive microblog hop, the wonderful authors of the Anthology Airavata will share their joyful experience of penning their story in a crisp yet interesting way.
Here they would talk about anything from what inspired them to pen down their story to what they think was special about their story.
What is more interesting than knowing about their stories from the authors themselves?
So here is a blog hop to answer such unique questions.
You should write because you love the shape of stories and sentences and the creation of different words on a page. Writing comes from reading, and reading is the finest teacher of how to write.”
Words find meaning only when It reaches the right audience.”
Any blog hop is incomplete without its readers.
A warm welcome to all writers and all the readers of #Airavata1microbloghop.
Looking forward to reading the story behind stories.
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2021 has been a year filled with Learning and experiences.
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1) Team Mayaakatha and LetsMakeStoriesDino
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Packed and on the way ..
Moist were my eyes,
Sliced were my thoughts!
They told me, “I lost my Patience.”
I said, “Patience loses patience too!”
The Sun heard my cry
The moon hugged me every night
Charred was my body,
But, Not my Soul!
Wait not for yet another Phoenix!
It’s in me! Clipped were the wings,
not my soul!
Soul just rose.
It rose like a petal,
Danced like a butterfly,
and here it is, creating stories!
The stories called,
“Arising from the Dust!”
The dust in me
The dust in you!
The dust that has
your story and my story.
Dust that carries
Arising from the Dust,
Not only a collection of quills,
It’s every soul’s rise!!
A curtain-raiser that I wrote for the book Arising from the Dust and it’s available in
I always looked for that damn word, “Sanity”
My mind went chumming few days in a month.
I always wondered, is it me or my mind that goes on a chumming spree?
My Appa used to say,
Careful with this Dino, she might eat you alive!
Well I thought I can invent some magical powers to digest people just by looking at them.
Damn me that’s when I realized how important it’s to read horror stories,
and people at home say
I don’t have to, because am one already!
Are you running this question in your mind,
“Meera, when and what the hell are you going to talk about, Being Woman?”
Worry not, I am one.
Am one with the Animal kingdom in me.
Ask me and slap me not why I spoke about sanitary napkins?
To me they are such a heaven,
Wait I meant my chumming days are a blissful one,
Thanks to the #RRXMM to bring this BlogHop,
Because I plan to share a secret,
Yes I can hop and jump and I love to in my those three days especially.
I have had people asking me,
are you a girl
Are you a woman?”
“How can you be so happy and in peace during your chumm-chumm days?”
By now family knew when to put few propsals in my life…
It was in one of those chumming days I learnt that,
“I am at my best!”
My mind and body were in synch.
The womanhood concept is proved but being human is understood.
Come let’s go on a flashback mode
I was questioned, if am a woman?
Because the little globules in my uterus gave way every month,
Well not to the tailed head!
Tailed head and the tiny globules tried uniting under all the circumstances.
- They did under natural conditions.
(That’s the worse, when we are asked by someone to perform our task of naagin dance on one particular syllabus days)
- They did under the laboratory conditions too.
They were forced to!
- What will the Gyn do, if we both as a couple nodded our head to the societal preconditional mindset of passing on the seed as the only legacy of “Married couple’s KRA!”
But that seed refused to be formed.
If seed had a mouth, it would have said,
“Will you both stop this and why not be in peace under the duvet than the calendar based dance show to make a seed?”
The globule looked at me and said,
“Let’s do a dinosaur dance.
That means, Oh you damn Human!
Don’t worry there are loads of people like you to take this human race further,
Why don’t you both stop the naagin dance and lead a DINK life for sometime.
(Double income no kids)”
We did for sometime.
I did speak about this in my post
Hell of Aspirations!
My dear, Women!
Please take a pause,
Yes, in the name of motherhood or being a woman are we forced to bring into this world another one creature wrapped in a Karma dress?
Do I sound “Harsh,” well I would ask you to tag me with something harsher than this word then!”
It’s one of those sanitary pad wearing days, a lightening struck.
I slapped a Lady with words for questioning me that,
“Being a Woman, I am incapable of bringing a child into this world?”
Can woman be like this to another person.
Yes, they can be!
Let alone the Men (not all men though), who are great performers as a background dancers!
In one of those painful Gyn visit moments,
My abdomen spoke to my brain. What did they speak?
“Abdomen: Do I really have to carry the next generation.
Brain: Yes! That’s what your family and society needs and expects!
Abdomen: Damn Human! Why does the life revolve around, only in this area after marriage.
Brain: Dammit, you can legally enjoy the benefits. May be you can enjoy the benefits like PF (playfully yours time, without permissions), HRA ( At Home resourcefully, yes at your home like feeling wherever and whenever you wish to)…
Abdomen: what about the LTA (Leave the Abdomen for somedays time)
Can I be given sometime to rest, Can I be given somedays to feel Nothing and that nothing is not a barren land, it’s just a request to be free from these instruments entering in the name of treatment!
Brain: Well Abdu, I can help you with the moods and hormones at the moment, ask the body and mind we belong to!
A pindrop silence
And the Heart said,
“Oh Abdomen! Run for the Sanitary pads, even this month you couldn’t perform the task as per the standard expectations….”
As my periods started,
My heart hugged my mind-body and said,
“Meera it’s okay not to carry, it’s okay to be a couple who love each other than the performance dance you are asked to do. Just flow like that blood throughout your body holding peace and moving-on attitude!”
And it’s a happy Dinosaur feet since that day.
This is my letter to all and those women, who are driven and forced with the beliefs that,
“Womanhood means, to be a Mutiplier machine to save the Damn Family name.
I would say, Please listen to your body and mind, it not only teaches us Human concepts, it does help us realise the Womanhood aspects in us.
And dear woman, menstrual hygiene is not only about body, it’s a mind game too. Being a woman let’s help another woman in this phase than questioning her mood swings!”
Motherhood is a beautiful journey, only when it’s not forced on someone.
These fictional conversations between the Abdu and Brain can be real too, to cause that resistance to move….
That day my heart spoke,
Spoke the truth
That reality which increased the strength between us to be together in all circumstances..
And I gave up all the treatments Midway…
A Midway in my life,
Which showed direction
As I chose to proceed in that direction..
A princess happened in our life,
Because it’s the “Time,” which knows when we need what in our life! Allow the time to do the job, because it gives us colours and hope!
For example, I can change the hour-hand to 10.00 AM but the reality is, Time is still not 10.00….
As we flowed with time, than rules written on the sand…
Happiness spoke that,
“Womanhood is happiness,
Womanhood is patience,
Womanhood is to ignore few woman,
“Womanhood” is, born within and not by the others!!”
I am a person, who loves to take a flight than taking a Fight.
I always felt flight is better when I get struck in a situation or with the people. (At times, because I don’t mind slapping too)
But always wonder what about me?
Can I run away from me?
Well that’s not possible!
Then you may ask me why then sanitary pad in the title?
Because, the sanitary pad not only supports me physically it gives me mental elasticity too!
My sanity lessons are born these days.
Whether it’s a sanitary pad or the menstrual cups, let’s embrace those few days every month. Because body does speak reality to you, it’s okay to slow down than running behind those mirages!
Womanhood to me is simple,
Be the sparrow in the morning,
Be an eagle in the afternoon
Be an Owl in the night,
And always remember,
There’s a dinosaur within, which is not an extincted animal but an animal that roars,
“Peace and to be in peace with self….”
How much does this post draw a relevance to you…
Well, you are best at it to answer. I would love to speak about equality or the injustice being met to us or those buds who are still blooming. But paused I, to allow others to take the stage. Sometimes womanhood is also about leaving stage for the others!
This is a series and I would be writing on this more….
Because, Womanhood is not an end,
It’s the beginning!
“This post is a part of ‘The Woman That I Am’ Blog Hop #TheWomanThatIAm organized by Rashi Roy and Manas Mukul #RRxMM. The Event is sponsored by Kraffitti.”
#Sanity #SanitaryPads #MeeraMayaakatha #MenstrualHygiene #MenstrualCups
I left behind so many things.
Memories now a memorial,
Love in a letter,
Relations dumped in a box.
Neighborhood in two states.
The road shines blood
The blue sky cried
with ashes every where.
I wondered if it’s Mahabharata war again
It did because it’s again two brothers fighting.
Where did the Rakhi go?
Let alone the sacred thread
Am worried about my dupatta today
Oh mother, where are you?
Why aren’t you moving an inch
Don’t tell me, you too left
Where will I go?
Both my brothers are
fighting over golden ice, from different states!
Submitted for the
Taste her mind Anthology compiled by Aarthi Sampath
Can you hear me
I am screaming my heart out
Even today when I hear the ambulance siren
It jerks the mountain in me to pieces
I am still gathering those pieces
Only to be broken again
What is breaking me is the guilt
The guilt of not listening to you.
The guilt of moving away at times
Why did I do what I did
Why did I keep silent
when words were to play in the battleground
All spoke that day but for you and me.
You were in your eleventh hour
we cried and I promised to sail
To sail in the Ocean of words
We cried in silence only to magnify the frequency
That frequency now I can’t reach
Because you are six feet under the ground
Can you hear me Appa?
Submitted for the Anthology
“Taste her Mind Anthology” with Aarthi Sampath
“Uneven blade like teeth, blood dripping claws, burning eyes, and she is munching a tiger
Sheeee is back from the Volcano hills,
Her hunger is asking for more, may be
next it’s you,”
screamed the Hyena to the jungle life.
Peacock, wanted to hide in the den,
Lions were hiding behind the lioness and cubs,
Elephants were looking for a safe place in the ant hill,
Snakes and anacondas were finding a place to hide,
only to find one, behind You!
Maybe you are her target too..
I just finished my dubbing for an upcoming film, the director gave a go ahead in the first take, with an open offer for the next movie, and the music director said, we should have this scene without a background music as they were impressed with my voice which brought the spookiness they were looking for.
And the producer was waiting to sign the cheque leaf, and with the fees more than what was promised.
I was jumping on the moon, it was a very big banner and why would I not feel happy about this.
But this happiness, is from the shivers that ran down my spine and got etched as an experience for the life time in my DNA ten years back.
After the storytelling class, all the children hugged me and said they wanted one more for the next day. I didn’t want to disappoint them, so I cleared the utensils from the sink, finished my pending calls to the employer and washed the clothes, so that I can prepare well for the next day story telling.
And I just had to put the clothes to dry on the terrace.
As always singing a song I stepped into the lift and my neighbor almost jumped out, like she was chased by a bear.
I wondered why, only to ignore and move on
The fourth floor, and I walked up to the terrace.
Something unusual I felt in me.
Yes, there was something that was holding me back and asking me not to take the next step, little did I care and I continued.
I felt some force, the technology brain hushed it and the heart asked me to take the steps back. I still continued and was putting the clothes to dry. Every time I bent, I felt someone climbing on my back and as a tried lifting myself to the standing posture, I felt that, a person was sitting on my neck. For a second I thought I am crazy but only to accept that, that crazy invisible thing was real.
Alarmed by my heart, it was a run or get killed, but the brain wanted to experience that force to discover “The Who,” behind.
Immediately my body slapped the brain, “No, not at my cost!”
I ran gathering all my courage, still held by the force holding my neck, to believe that there are few forces in the air, which are invisible.
I jumped three steps at a time, and reached my home.
Never in my life had I faced any battle that I did, fighting against the force that day, at that moment.
Eyes didn’t let me close the visual .
Next day, I went to the terrace.
It was raining, I started singing. To my surprise a song that I have never sung in my life or heard in any albums or movies.
I knew I was behaving indifferent, and was unable to stop myself.
Yes, I was standing on the wall, my brain is rushing the adrenaline to fly and my heart is pulling back the innocent body. I was glad that my heart could feel me.
As I took my next step, there it was lying on the roof, staring at me and trying to pull me towards it. I wanted to pull myself back, but the force was strong that I couldn’t move an inch. I tried to pray, but my mind and lips were sealed from thinking or talking further.
A slap in the air, I thought, if it was a thunder. It was one which only I could hear. The little power in me asked me to calm down, I couldn’t but I did it.
With no option, I just surrendered to the one staring at me,
As I looked at it, the next moment someone thrust a heavy piece on my hand.
And it was a Diary.
“Diary of Julie,” embossed in Golden calligraphic words.
The first page was blank, but I felt like writing something there.
Can’t see anything in the blank space but can feel something, rather someone.
And a voice, coming through the diary. Didn’t believe initially, but with the current situation I only had to believe.
Words never shared,
Words still finding its emotions….”
And a whisper,
I have been living in the roofs and books, I just need you to restart my journey .
I was still staring and a streak of light traveled into my eyes,
Ten years now, and I am living with a vibrating vibrations cocooned in emotions through my words
Did I say that, no I shouldn’t, because
I allowed her to be in me, through my words and her emotions.
And that’s the force making me write and speak.
Her mind, in my words!
I let her be, and we love our words.
Now would you still go to the terra
Image courtesy Aneta Ivanova, unsplash
It’s monsoon after several years
And in Hastinapur as well.
Successor is placed, and it’s
Raining happiness in him.
Enough said the Battlefield,
As they wanted to welcome the clouds
To wash the blood.
Dewdrop, Abhimanyu was wheeled in,
Shikandi quenched her thirst
Benevolence never hugged his mother,
To whom only friend was the only silver lining.
And the elderly breathing last on the arrows.
And it’s only we Six,
welcomed by the Earth who was
Ready to embrace the clouds,
And the thunder surrendering to “Om”.
Six of us walked
The Himalaya opend the gate
With Sumeru, waiting for us
And then we also had a four legged
walking with us .
The snow flakes smiling at me
And I see me dancing
Peacefulness of drizzle,
Cheerfulness of water droplets
And here am breathing my last
breath in the bed of Monsoon.
Image courtesy: File:Death of Draupadi – Illustrations from the Barddhaman edition of Mahabharata.jpg
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This is a free style poen, dedicating to Draupadi, a mythology character in Mahabharata.
It’s a fiction I created about her thoughts after the war in my mind, between the Kauravas and Panadavas in Mahabharata .
When Draupadi and the Pandavas climb their way towards the heaven, Draupadi is the first one to die and I brought about her thoughts in the few lines as she was dying.
Exclusively submitted for the Monthly Anthologies.