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Noodle and American chop sey were playing together

by MeeraMayaa
written by MeeraMayaa
Dear Soulscribers,
We met
Our four eyes converged into one light ray.
I felt a Physics in me for the first time
Those sparkling eyes,
which pierced through my heart,
Just like those light rays passing through a prism,
And, I felt the Rainbow coming out of me
As the VIBGYOR walked out of me
I saw all the colours and it wasn’t 50 shades of love
Just One shade called
“LOVE”
The ladoos started dancing
The butterflies sang
The dragonfly lifted us into the air,
well owing to the recent weight gain, she dropped me on a rock
Felt in my first what the Rock bottom was all about
I think the Geography walked into me
Felt Carbonated sedimentary rock in me,
narrating the story of limestone and the river flowing into the river
My mane, and it’s tail wagged
My eyes still glued to its eyes
and I felt the Noodle and American chop seys were playing together
My mane and his tail
It was so rooooooomantic that I did not feel the rush of my hormones.
Maybe the Hormones have gone on a harmonium break
See it is difficult putting up with me and my thoughts.
So I thought Kama raja and his wife would regret of releasing the cupid on me.
Since I have no hormones,
My Pseudo Hormones were playing a mandolin in a Nadaswaram with the tal by Tabla,
and, do you want to know who played the Kathak and Salsa..
Well, I don’t know.
No wonder Barath, Yes my partner neither in crime nor the roomantic
No wonder I see him talking to himself than to me
He says, cupid arrows will take a reverse turn to the releasing agent and slap him not once but for the life time
Since I promised I will write a Roooooomantic poem, what you read is one.
I just hope you don’t find me address and kick me
If you are still wondering how did the noodle strings and american chopsuey happen
Well it is a Dog story
I was on my walk and he was too
Maybe he was on a Heat, owing to my love to the paw family
This damn fella thought that I belong to his family too
As he neared sniffing me, he realized that
Sheeez it is not a Chitzuuu or labbi, GS it’s a DAMN HOMOSAPIEN fit for nothing, who can only right Rubbish and send it out to her folks.
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As I was penning down these lines, I remembered that 
My garden surprised me with Tommies, flowers and there’s one more
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Looks like I became a motivational speaker to someone, He does loads for Maya but trimming the nail is something he says, Pehle aap
All of a sudden a rush of words and I told
“You can Bar, You can Bar”
He said, “Noooooooooooooooooooooooo, You might write yet another Rooomantic poem and I would might as well trim Maya’s nail.”
And Maya’s expression, “Why Meera amma is like this, Appa ” and he had an expression which was totally opposite to the one 16 years back.
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Something happened this week.
 
And our Preeti S. Manaktala invited yours truthfully for an Interview.
It was a lovely connection and this is a great initiative by Asian Literary Society. Here’s a link and I invite you to check it out https://www.facebook.com/groups/500687356985126  to join the community and here’s the link to the Interview.
 
In this interview we spoke about Mayaakatha, where stories dance, LetsMakeStoriesDance, books poetry and a sneak peek into my schedule (nothing much, just the madness packed in a back to back calendar) 
I wish to Thank Preeti, Kirti, Kokila for this wonderful evening and the Video compilation of my journey.
 
 
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Gals and Boys, do share your thoughts on my Rooooomantic poem and madness packed in my 5ft height.
Loads more and this time I am planning to take Newton for a walk.
If I am writing this, it’s because you are reading the piece and am grateful to you all.
Also, here’s a link to previous letters
Today’s letter will be up by afternoon on www.meerasoasis.com because I wish to share this piece with my email group first.
And, after this I and Maya are going on a Mommy ma Baby ma breakfast date
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Letters

Sunday went to Tuesday. But Newton is on Pineapple

by MeeraMayaa
written by MeeraMayaa
Dear SoulScribers,
 
I have been wondering what I should be writing after seating Newton on a Pineapple plant.
I didn’t bother to remove him nor did he bother to vanish from my mind with a Pineapple as the base.. 
 
Believe me it’s piercing hard that the thorns have grown into trees of gravities now.
 

I am not bad, I might be just 4% mad to be bad honestly.

No wonder Physics Baba never cared to bless me. Let alone that. If I can do this at the age when platinums have started dating each other on my head to create uncontrollable outputs with a mini forest of platinum offsprings( Now I have stopped naming them, and threatened them that if they date in this speed I will have to burgundy and red them with tea coated hena roasted on Ferrous rich Thava on Fire), then you can wonder what I would have done when mane was as rich as coal.

 
Don’t imagine much, I am the same product.
The same minion who threatened her 1st standard Teachers in Airforce School that she would write the exam the next day. So much of drama I created that today I am seeing the sun moon and stars in the script designed by my minion. What goes around comes. No wonder you might see me giving Gyaaaaaan sessions to myself.
 
Here it is
I have reached this part of the letter and am still wondering what I should be writing?
 
This is what happens when I am in the Kitchen or on the playground. Because of my size (Beautiful minds, my height please) and weight, I don’t go to parks or playgrounds. More than my daughter you will find “Yours truly” on slides/ sea-saws or in the swings. 
Owing to the Platinum treasure, I just show my 32 (I guess so) including the wise ones which grew recently and slide away from the park without getting dirty in the hands of this generation.
 
If you want to know about the Kitchen story, I have 2 mini stools to climb over and settle in the kitchen shelf for sometime. I don’t do this so that the masaal boxes and Sambhaar and Rasam powder can breathe in peace.
 
Did I miss something that I wanted to share with you all?
Oh, Yes!
 
I went for a movie on Sunday, “RRR” The Story, The Fire, The Water, directed by our Bahubali maker. I didn’t know that for 3 hours I was glued to the seat. What do I share about this movie?
Well, it’s good and definitely worth the time, maybe because of the fact that it is continuously continuous in motion and you can see the HeRoes flying from one end of the screen to the other end. I loved this song Naattu Naattu..
And, I was busy scheduling events and posts while watching this movie.
 
I was thinking, is it a madness that I am unable to separate myself from the thoughts of writing or sharing a story.
I think it’s my love for words and something within the DNA is taking a form now and I love thinking about my work and maximising my energy with the time I spend on these activities.
 
And, last week I was a bit sick and was on steaming, medicines and sleeping throughout the day, hence couldn’t share loads of things.
But the sparrow sized brain of mine says, let’s fly high as an Eagle and look at things in its angle from a higher altitude separating us from the daily transactions and choose what we want to do and pick one at a time!
 
With that here’s a link to my recent Podcast Interview with Tirthankar Ghosh
 
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Also, here’s one more thing.
Maybe you wish to have a website or have been thinking about having one for yourself.
ArtoonsInn Geeks Room is coming up with an offer which is available till 30th of March 2022. 
My own website www.meerasoasis.com is hosted at ArtoonsInn Geeks Room and am working with them on adding more features. 
 
Do you wish to explore and know more? Here’s a G-form https://forms.gle/2bM5zMFa72D9oc9W7 
( In the meantime, 16 members from our community are signing up at ArtoonsInn Geeks Room under their best offer till date to grab a writer website of your own.)
 
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Next week Newton will be shifted to another location
My Thanks to the couple of you who messaged and reached out to me checking on how I am doing.
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Newton-Pineapple and Kaapi

by MeeraMayaa
written by MeeraMayaa
Dear SoulScribers!
 
I came across an ad talking about looking for “future Tagores.”
 
Tagore was a Polymath, a poet, a writer, social reformer, playwright, a composer and, on the whole a Storyteller!
How open are we about our children being one? Because we want them to be mathematicians or scientists! Never want to pin their knowledge to a story. Not all Teachers but the teachers I have come across have always asked me to “STOP Telling a STORY”. It’s not the Teacher’s fault but it is the system/process/ syllabuses we have grown up in and directing our next generation to the same pit again.
I have this Dinosaur in me which slaps me or hugs me to wake up at 4.00 a.m and kick me to finish my learning, podcasting, writing and work strategies before 10-11 a.m in the morning.
But, of late this damn creature is dating a BEAR and they started hibernating especially in the early hours.
When I wake up, I see these animals talking to each other about their polar days and the Jurassic days. Well, hypnotizer are these two animals that I hug my butterfly and cradle back and when the shutter of my eyes opens, it is 6.30. And, this time is good enough to do the rain dance with my minion under the shower and pack the breakfast, lunch and snacks to school.
Well, I am used to this early morning hours, Thanks to my schooling in Kendriya Vidyalaya (M.E.G & Centre, Bangalore) that we are used to our first period starting at 7.10 a.m.
We need to have a goal if we want to wake up early, and for me it was my Rosie darling, I was in love with her and she was too. (Stop your imagination, I know what you are thinking).
I loved opening the tiffin box filled with Parle-G and she loved the sound of the box.
She loved the twinkle in my eyes and I loved her bushy bushy dancing tails.
Yes, You are right!
It’s my mongi baby, a lovely doggie baby.
That was my motivation to wake and after that the whole day used to be a story of unsaid words of partiality/ biases/ marks till 2.00 p.m.
Owing to the Defence background of my Appa (He was an Auditor), we children were picked and dropped back to our houses in Army buses or Trucks. Rosie used to wait for me and I used to wait to see her. Because, I felt that only she could connect with my stories and, I with her unsaid words through her twinkling eyes and mixed german shepherd bushy tail. Not even in her rarest of dreams she might have imagined a Hooooman talking about Newton’s law with her, but I cried my heart out to her that, “Rosie, I don’t know how to by-heart these laws and why on earth Newton sat under the apple tree, why not on a pineapple one, so that he got his back -porcupined and parked the discovery somewhere under the earth”
I also remembered sharing few equations with her and she thought that I am showing my love through laws and equations.
Today, I was in my minion’s school and as I was waiting for the children to parade out from their classes, my loli pop eyes fell on a book which a child had left it by mistake.
After 22 years, I grabbed a 9th standard Physics book (with answers).
And, to my surprise, it looked like a coffee table book. It didn’t have any colours or the pictures, it was loaded with equations and words maze, but today I thought if not the black horse strings in my teens I am sure that the platinum will teach me something.
I never thought that I would be reading this book like I enjoy a kaapi.
This subject is like a love-hate relationship, I loved the fact about learning new concepts, but the hatred with myself that I cannot understand the concept.
But it looked as though Newton Maharaaj was narrating a story to me about his discovery of the three laws, with Tenali, Akbar, Birbal and my Rosie ofcourse.
I understood F =ma
and a bit on mu1, mu2,
Also, some equations.
My question was why was I able to understand this easily today, which I struggled, back in my Gurukul days. That’s when I realised that any one can understand any subject, if it was taught in a way a child can understand. And, that is possible through stories.
Stories need not be always a long one,
one word has a powerful story within too.
My story doesn’t end here!
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Usually am in my jamas like that Pepa in pepa pig cartoon show, same was the story when I and Barath dropped our product in school. I packed Idlies, Red chuttni and Puliogare for my minion and we both waved a tatta and started back home. All of a sudden our both eyes met each other and we didn’t utter a word, we just got into action. Yes! Our roooomantic story when we saw two people eating Masaaaaal dosa in a kutti hotel and, we landed on the battlefield and had our date over a masaala dosa, each of us looking at one dog and a cat playing in the parking lot.
(Gals and boys! Curse me not for this rooomantic story, Did I not mention that am excellent in this genre)
As the butter and masala dosa glided into our respective tummies, we just went on a drive and almost hit the Bannerghata National park.
I could hear a few animals talking, I felt that I got a super natural power, but the Bird over there was alerting the Guard not to let these two into the zoo as they will spoil our roomantic life, pls kick them out.
I in my jamas and with a few ghee drops (the classified butter) on my “Ghar ka-kurta” and Barath in his Black T and Jeans continued our journey and then we landed up in a musical instrument shop and we spoke there for sometime and bought a Violin.
Also, I have booked a slot for our book launches there.
 
The story didn’t end here
We went back to School to pick our little dino and that’s when the physics and kaapi story happened.
Lil dino said, let’s go for a Movie or to the mall nearby.
Looking at my avatar, the mall bhaiyya didn’t ask for a vaccination chart either.
I even thought of giving myself a pair of kurti and jeans.
Thanks to platinum which just alerted me that it’s okay to flow in the rivers of jamas and we watched Kashmiri files. I have my friends/colleagues talking about what happened to them and, sitting away from the Head of our country, we didn’t realise the gravity or the pain that they faced!
Aren’t we blessed and safe-guarded in several ways?
Why not narrate a story of Gratitude or Kindness.
Why is it that we share those stories which are not helping anyone, why share those stories which are pushing our self-esteem to the ground..
Today is 20th March and world storytelling day. Let’s share stories about Love, Kindness and Bravery to our children
Let’s sow the seed of Confidence in our children through stories. Nobody has to nip them in the bud, but they will by themselves! If the latter shouldn’t happen, what stories are we sharing with them is something we have to think about?
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Here’s Happy news to all of you!
Our projects
Airavata II and The Femme in Animal Kingdom is out and up for the grabs, here are the links to buy your copy.  I invite you to buy your copies, also if you wish to place a copy. I am planning to bulk order. Do whatsapp.
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Some masaala & Gyaaaan

by MeeraMayaa
written by MeeraMayaa
I have loads to share .
But, I don’t know where to start.
Should I start from the school?
Not my school days, this time it’s my daughter’s school, they have already shown a dream of IIIIIT to my minion and I could literally feel that I was that Sherman Joshi in Thrreee idiotsOr should I talk about a jingaaalaala roomance story, I think I am getting old/experienced and with the blessings of platinum strings that I couldn’t see the movie beyond the title , because I felt nothing is new

Or the bathroom ka Colgate paste magic which is still shining like a white paint for the last 4 days (thanks  to my minion ) she has coated the floor with white paste matching the closet and wash basin, don’t know where to sit.

Now I think you should stop your immagination.
Initially I was irritated, but I paused for a while. I think it is this pause that helped me to reflect about my thoughts and state of my mind. But, even before that I allowed myself to be in the current moment, I had prepared my mind to flow with whatever is happening rather than reacting. I had framed my neurons to dance in the rain rather than running away from the platinum stringed rain bearing clouds.
Before this incident happened I had already had a bad day, and I was in a frustrated mind.
But, if you are asking me what stopped me from reacting. The answer is in that pause, because only in that pause I saw that smile and twinkle in Maya’s eyes, which made me smile rather than scream at her. Today when I am sharing this I am glad I was at peace with myself. 
That’s when I realised that, we all get irritated when the outcome is not the desired one. We don’t look at the larger picture but at the smaller things like “WHY?” Instead of building confidence in us we feed the demon in us!
We need not be an Angel always, but at least we can starve the demon in us.
It’s not about feeling good, to me it is about being in the moment and flowing with the tide. We can be a  MOAaNA, but not always we are supported by a Demigod. The demigod is within us, as we age and in the name of maturing we build our muscles with Regret, Guild, Stress and all the cousins of frustration. But, we all are still the 10 year olds, parked in the basement of our childhood.
I am sure, like I am thinking, even you might have been that child, who wanted to be appreciated, celebrated and acknowledged. Well it is possible that we might have availed all these benefits like we do or did in our organizations. I meant the care, love, affection all these we would have received as a package like PF, Gratuity, Food coupons, Reimbursements etc, but these were all deductions.
As there were frequent and monthly deductions, we started deducting our investments like happiness and health.
I wonder why not work everyday like a Mutual Fund or Money market.
As in, invest in our daily kitty with the following elements in little amounts in a simple and regular way.
– Self grooming
– “me-time”
– reflect
– exercise/meditate
– Eat healthy
– Sleep well
– Read/ write and,
loads more like this.
These are like SIP (Systematic Investment Plan)
Invest in little amounts to reap large benefits!
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Let me shift now to some mathematical formula.
Not even in my worst of dreams I would do that. It is not as if I do not remember the formulas or didn’t make an attempt to. The fact is that I was chosen one to be compared with the others. I always wanted to ask my friends or teachers for clarification, but I didn’t proceed with my thoughts , because I thought that whatever little I have in my brain will be stolen by them. I thought  preserving my doubts in my mind will help me in laying the golden eggs on my answer sheets. Little did I know that there were literally eggs and Unicorns dancing on my papers. I had to make a settlement between the egg and the unicorn and finally a little cat meowed in my mind . It’s okay if I can’t remember the concepts by-heart but I can “by-mind understand the concepts” and apply whenever I am ready.
So my mathematical formula is simple, keep adding the smiles, deduct or subtract that doesn’t help you grow, multiply that element/ people or community which helps you grow and accomplish your desires or outcomes and always remember to divide your share. Only when divided can you reap the benefits.
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Are you asking me about the Rooomance story?
How much I try, I end up adding all the kitchen ingredients in my poem and it becomes a dummm biriyaaani. So I thought of watching some movie in the romantic genre, but as always I dozed off and when I woke up, nothing much happened. The movie was in the title stage again. This time I did manage to watch for some more time, to my surprise it was like a Tom and Jerry show and I just switched off the T.V and here I am typing out the experiences.
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If not Roooomance story, how about grabbing a listen to the recent Interview podcast – Kaapi and Conversations 
Kaapi and Conversations is a garland of Interview series with the people with whom I work or have worked with or someone whom I have e-met and have admired their excellences.
It’s not about the achievements alone, it’s about the way they work and how it has helped them. To sum it up it is “How simplicity has actually helped or helps us.”
Kaapi is nothing but a Coffee.
I always feel that loads happen over a cup of coffee and here’s one with our lovely Guest, Ms.Aditi Lahiry.
Grab a listen to know about Aditi
In this show we have Ms.Aditi Lahiry.
Aditi is a Teacher, teaching English and French language along with creative writing. She is passionate about narrative writing and is a storyteller, an emerging Poet and Writer.
As you grab a listen, let me know your thoughts.
As always with best regards from Meera, your DinoinOasis.
I am sharing the link to all the podcast network, because some of you mentioned you use various podcast network 😎
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Before I hit your inbox again with yet another letter, let me tell you the truth.
“Nothing is permanent, neither the worry nor the happiness, what remains is the change. Embrace it, because time and tide waits for none but it definitely gives as an opportunity to swim through”
As always your roaring Dino -Meera
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Letters

It’s a Long story! Oops a Nose story

by MeeraMayaa
written by MeeraMayaa
I have parked the link to my Podcast at the end of this email. As you click and listen here are my little stories
 
And some of you are receiving my email for the first time, this email is not a Newsletter but a letter filled with News Headlines of my Life through the words in an email and in my DinoinOasis podcast.
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Did I mention my height in the previous blog?
I think I would have done that.
Till my 9th standard in school, I didn’t bother about my height. But, peer pressure and people around me always mistook me for being in class 6/7. I tried my level best in convincing but realised that they never grew in their head space. I for some days thought that their head space is empty or rather filled with mud. I also wished that it should be a fertile one so that when they are sleeping I can steal a portion of it for my plants as a manure, little did I realise that it’s a marsh land filled with methane. The same CH4 ! I left them in their space and I was practicing Jumping, even if the things were in my reach, I would place it at greater heights and thought months of jumping would help me in growing tall.
All of sudden I thought, what if only my legs grew and if I looked like a crane, then I would have to fish from the pond, a difficult task, not because it’s a pond but the main reason is you will find me flat and parallel to the ground when I slip from a drop of water.
I thought instead of jumping I would rather spend my time effectively satisfying myself with a Curd rice and a mango pickle. And that would be the favourite throughout my life, if I can get curd I shouldn’t bother to jump like Little Krishna to steal butter and curd.
The Jumping phenomenon for growth stopped.
But there’s one more story here, I used to jump like a Kangaroo from one room to another. I had a dog called Rosy, she used to come to my place to steal a share of my curd rice. This story for another day. But when she saw me jumping and serving her curd rice, she was shocked and stared at me for almost 5 good minutes, I thought she was looking at me in an endearing way but the truth was that she was enduring the madness that I had showcased in front of her eyes. She stopped wagging her tail thinking I am obsessed by a Kangaroo monster and I would obsess her soon.
But,
The jumping story stopped.
Also,
I am Thankful to my parents that they didn’t sell me off! Like I mentioned in my last e-mail, the buyer will return me to the seller within 5 mins. Forget about ROI. The buyer will pay interest to my parents. My parents didn’t think about it though, maybe they could have invested in some shares or mutual fund.
 
I think some assets if sold will be returned but they continue giving ROI without being sold again.
I am such a product.
 
ROI here is Growth. 
Only the neurons in my mind grew due to the madness.
They say that effort gets paid. I think I grew from 4″9 to 5″0. It wasn’t a milestone achievement but a mega achievement since I would proudly say that I am in the 5.AM club, oooooops, no I am also part of the elite 5″ crowd.
That’s my growth story, I am still the same person who would satisfy her need with curd rice and a mango pickle. If that would be an issue, then I will have to start skipping, jumping, might be bungee jumping, some High wire walk (Oh Meera stop it, walking between the chairs you tumble down so many times and you are talking about high wire walk)
Let’s turn to a good story, some say mine is a story from a comedy genre. The backstory to this is that I wanted and I did write a romantic poem, but people laughed and laughed reading the lines. I had to tell them that it’s a Rooooomaaaaaantic poem. I definitely have that story and some other day I will share it and you can also laugh.
My sympathy that you all are reading my garlands of words.
That’s the problem, in spite of people telling me that
Meera!!! You will never grow.
 
Good I stopped growing, else I would have been a Giraffe feeding on leaves in a zoo.
 
Even now I want to be serious about what I share, but this is my Growth story 
 
Hey, now don’t park it aside.
Here’s my podcast that I wish to share with you all.
Though I wanted a pin drop silence, No the pin didn’t drop but a construction equipment lorry said a Hi inbetween and I thought let it do that pom pommmmmm..
Please note that while typing these lines, I waved a Bye Bye to a flight.
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Meera here and am happy to share about something!

by MeeraMayaa
written by MeeraMayaa
Nothing around us changes, neither do we for that matter at times!
Let’s create an ecosystem for each other and to nudge each other’s journey.
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Thank you so much for opening this email and leaving your beautiful eye balls to grab a read.
I have interacted with you all while compiling Anthologies/ Poetry connects. I am just 5 feet tall Homosapien dropped on this earth, Yes, neither the Heaven nor the Hell could bear my weight. And, now am adding those little bit of flesh and life to my words. I don’t follow a syllabus, I was that back bencher in school and colleges. Owing to my height I was dragged to first bench but I found all ways to escape, since I love samosas and doughnuts, I used find my College canteen as a safe place to hide by filling my basement.
Oops, that’s me. My parents used to say, even if I get lost, people will ensure that they will drop me back and run away the very next moment. Not only my house, well I used to bring down my neighbor’s roof too. But Karma will not spare us and I leave it to your imagination now to complete or just laugh about what am going through.
Mohterhood, OMG. It’s such an out of syllabus subject that I started walking, jumping, running and became a portable Toy to my minion. That’s when I felt an urge to record and write what I experience.
One such mistake is this PODCAST too. Not an Adult content, since am not matured enough still
And, I invite you to grab a listen as it would help me in making a note of your observations. Remember that I have a fragile heart, every time it breaks I order a new piece from the online marketplaces.
Here’s my recent podcast
I am excited to share this with you all.
Also that the podcast has hit 100+ plays.
Well, scoring a century has been the most difficult task in my childhood or in college days,
But this number is so special when my 40 beginning is playing around with me..
Initially I thought of applying some technology and sending an email to you all using mail-merge. I somehow felt it would be email to email conversations and I would miss the essence of sharing how happy I am feeling as I am writing these lines. This isn’t a mass email either. We all live in a cocoon called earth and are constantly striving and fighting to transform our lives. Everything around goes voiceless for sometime but not our own voice, which has a plethora and plethora of stories to share with us. Like a child don’t we all get excited when we receive appreciation, Oh Boy! I feel that we all have that exuberance and excitement even in this platinum stringed gracious old age ( Not as old as an Old Munk though  well I don’t even an empty bottle here)
Did I say Voice?
We call our children hyperactive, but as an Adult we are one is what I feel about ourselves. Like a swipe on our phone, we keep swiping our mind with millions of thoughts and everything dies as it starts . That’s when I thought of recording what I am thinking and felt good hearing my own voice because that voice had emotions and feelings. I was like, before it sublimes, let me burn it like a camphor and feel the aura. Thus my journeying into Storytelling, V-lgging, Audiobooks and Podcast and …..
How long can my mind listen to what I say, before it thinks about slapping me, I thought let me start this series called #CoffeesandRoars with this DinoinOasis. Believe me, Dinosaurs are better than Homosapiens and you can trust them as they keep roaring reality in our mind.
Hitting it straight, I am excited and waiting to Interview people and their journey/ excellences on my Podcast channel. I have 25-30 registrations and am Thankful to all and the ALMIGHTY!
I am crazy and mad about data/ google sheets or ms excel, No am not good, I just like filling the boxes with expenses, investments, shares, mutual funds, monthly/quarterly/ half-yearly/ yearly goals, strategies and my daughter’s homework too. Sometime back I entered how many times my dog and cat may have fought too. (Oh! that’s a bit of craziness and it’s a black and white story)
I will be soon be sharing the details and the Podcast link. This is going to be Season 2. If you feel,MEERA, Stop sending these emails. I will stop and bless you that you are missing madness in your life
Recording and other works in progress.
I Will connect back soon, just bear with me as I am a Bear at times, currently not in Polar land but very much on the Deccan Plateau.
Until then, let your platinum shine
Let the mind go mad
Let your voice share the truth
And bring back the rusting childhood back from the parking lot
 
Do share your thoughts about my podcast.
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Roooomantic story

by MeeraMayaa
written by MeeraMayaa
I gathered all that courage to watch a roooooomantic movie.
At last I got that OTT option enabled on my TV, not for roomantic movies alone but to watch whatever is available. I became a Desert looking for an Oasis everywhere. That was my desperation to watch any movie under our Solar King!
(Backstage story: I thought I was typing but I was in my dreams. No wonder you all didn’t receive it yesterday)
If you want to know how I realized this?
Well t’s because of my hereditary long nose, which many of my cousins didn’t get in spite of fixing their nose in between the doors and stretching it 😉 ouuuchhh, oops, out I meant.
It is not anything great, my nose is is a nose of a Home sapien only. My grand parents had this habit of pulling every child’s leg with their nose and I was not because it was already pulled and elongated and stretched out by Lord Brahamananda (Oops who is this? 🙄), I meant Mr.Brahma who is Mr. of Mrs.Saraswarti. Also Mr.Brahm ensured to give me the eyes of popins (do you remember eating these spherical candy balls in your childhood, if not, Please check my photos on my social media handles. No! You would not find me eating them, but you would see them popping out of my eyes. Might be about my eyes some other day .
So what happened to my nose👃 ?
I had a slight pain and that’s when I realized that it wasn’t my mobile that landed on my nose and forehead but, it was I who was flat on the keyboard, on my laptop.
I wish I could have taken a picture of the same and shared.
Usually 30 mins before the bed Noooooo screen time, and I promised you all about this rooooomantic story or a poem,hence the lappi boy in my bedroom .
By now you would have realized that why I don’t write in that one particular genre.
I am so metraphorical when I get roooomantic.
For example
Your nose is like a Cashew nut,
I don’t feel like eating it but, feel like making a Cashewnut Pakodas.
Your head is like a Walnut,
and, to me it’s a nut that I can break it and fry it on a thava.
Your eyes are like a chocopie
that, I feel like putting in the milk and having it like a chocos
Your ears are so cute that,
I feel like cutting them and pasting it on my craft work!!
 
My dear readers, now the ball is in your court.
I think you would throw it on me
This is the reason I don’t write Roooomantic poems, because my husband says I should try murderous genre.
(Well he knows who is the protagonist and who the prey will be)
 
Will you all spare me?
This time I definitely need a reply on this email, so that I can be sure that you read my roooooomance waala spicy murderous poem.
 
Okay, one more news.
As I got the OTT on my TV, I was searching for romantic movies, but I realized that I had actually dozed-off while changing the movie options. As I my eyes popped out, it was a series, and all the characters were ready out there on the screen to jump into my living area and kick me off. 
 
But I have the remote!
I immediately changed it and bumped into this beautiful Malayalam movie, STAR.
What kept me awake was this movie, it is worth every second. The movie addresses the important aspect in womanhood about Menopause.
It isn’t the end but it is just a pause. And, I feel that every woman should observe the changes in our body than clearing the inboxes or the kitchen shelves. 
 
Breathe in and breathe out.
At my 28’s this observation of my body and thoughts helped me identify the tumour in my breast and it was excised when it just started. Might be it has revisited, but I am promising my mind and body that I would be taking care. And, I am.
 
Dear Men and Boys, Observe if the women in your house are irritated or insecure for no reasons, ask her not the reason, but stand next to her and tell,
“I know that you are going through something, how long would you keep it within you, I am and we are around, not only to eat what you cook, but to listen to and travel with you for the lifetime, enough of carrying them, let’s talk”
 
It would take time but, it’s worth every second like this movie.
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That’s it for this week and here is the link to my recent podcast.
I have something coming for the International Women’s day.
 
As you listen to my podcast, do drop in a message or whatsapp me how you felt listening to the same. If I didn’t connect through my words, please feel free to write to me mentioning what I can do?
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