The Virol-19

Chapter 1 – The mask men

She sat on the bed gazing at the lap top. The dim light hardly shows the key board letters. The power cut has been for an hour and the silence drew a fear in her heart. She woke up from the drift when the wailing of siren passed by her apartment. She hastens to close the sliding window in the sitting room. As she opened her room door and gasped for the air, the bitter poison hit her lungs. She started coughing out of the irritation in the throat. The concentration of the fog in the sitting room made her withdraw inside again. She felt helpless as she wheezed in and out those gases from her lungs.
Her legs trembled and anxiousness grew; her phone has no range. The worry piles up every second when she thinks of her parents. She is alone here as a journalist working for a paper. The whole Male’ city is on a lock down. And she has no news to write for the paper.
She took an incense and lit it up and kept beside the oil burner. The downloaded flute music that’s soothes her, played on the phone. She wanted to relax and release her thoughts in to the unknown mind. She lay-down in a hazy thought to the candle light at the corner as it was dancing to the silent wind that was ghosting around the room.
A shock of lightning bolt struck her spine. Interrupting every harmony, she was enveloping that moment. It was the banging on her door and she heard the breaking of the lock. She did neither shout and nor care to opened her room door. She dashed towards the candle and blew the flame off. Still she could hear a drill. Surely a robber would not be this loud and the land lord has the keys. It was almost 12 O’Clock ! She put the phone light on and took all her emergency escape bag from the bottom of the wardrobe.
It was right at the time she was able to save some time. The thudding of heavy boots came closer at the door then the noise stopped and she felt her heart racing under her chest at that peak of terrifying suspense. At the same time heavy banging on the door was fallowed by a rough command, ” Mam, please open the door. Its an order from the government “. Before she could reach the door knob, the door flung opened and she stood in front of the two men in quarantine suits. ” Mam, step out of the room please, we need to disinfect the room. It is a must and those who disobey to the protocol will be arrested without a question,” the man who stood behind the first man said.
She grabbed the phone and her cardigan and walked outside. The fog was still there to an extent. One man asked for her ID and she said that it was with the government for her extension of visa. Then he demanded to reveal the kind of work she was doing.She mentioned that she was working as an administrative officer . She felt something fishy as the lock of the door was broken. She knew she was no longer safe.

Empty mind ….

How can your mind be empty

When the thoughts has restless verge to emerge

They have no where to go except in your mind

They are caged, waiting for someone to touch

They are waiting for a stranger not to judge

Thoughts are connected to your emotions

They are attached to your devotion

How can you empty empty your minds ?

Its purpose is to trap the thoughts .

Come to Maldives

I am from here and I invite people around the world come and have coffee with me in this restaurant called Sea House. This is how a sunny Maldivian day look like. What you are seeing is Male’ the capital city and its so small actually you will not need a car . You can on gps or allow me to give a tour guide. I speak only English and Hindi for the moment .

You also can feel the sense of belonging and if you truely lookingvto book a cheaper stayet me also know but don’t forget the coffee . Drop me a line ..


Aazaadhi for me…


Just like the Sun all alone in the horizon I feel nothing lesser than him shining at us.

Some where there in our lives we feel “Aazaadhi”  moment. Our thoughts are buried in that concrete building , what will come next or how can we earn money , who is the staff that we are going to remove or hire ? Just random thoughts to fulfill the dreams forgetting the humanity. Today is such a day I have felt my soul is free from those fragments that I have just shared with you.

I am sitting here in a restaurant where I can see the boats departing on their scheduled times, birds hunting for food and construction work to build most amazing hotel in Male’ city. Then people marching on one line and tourists working on the roads right below that unfinished concrete building. The sun glare diminishing the colour of green vegetation and people relaxing under the sun smoking cigarette while they are having wonderful conversation. This is a kind of things I have missed for one and a half year but not today.

Imagine how much we have missed the world, do you think an arranged trip will give this ‘Azaadhi Moment’, I don’t quite think so! Why I am saying is that the thoughts will go back being in that crappy busy life that you are forced to choose. You may not be happy but always we know if we are our own boss  that  Azaadhi or freedom I talk about you will feel. There is an antidote for those whose lives are so connected to stressful life.

Take a deep breath and don’t think of anything but concentrate on the details around you as you walk. Feel and smell the environment; you will feel that gratitude of yourself. Learn to engage in the conversation of that really matters to you. These are simple few facts that your life will not be miserable. These are the stolen moments of Azaadhi that you can feel when you are in become a bubble after your graduation. The thoughts not to trap in the cage but to let go from the dirty games that people play in this world.


Children saying bad words…

One of the concerns of parents asking others, why my child says bad words while I didn’t show anything ?

I think living in a society we face so many challenges ,one is we cannot controle certain things like people swearing on the road. As children walk by hear them and pick up the word.

The other supring factor I saw was at the cinema parents took their children to watch spider man . Then raising middle finger and swearing were heard . Just like fairy tale a kissing seen and looking romantically to each other. These children may copy as our brain has mirror neurons . Then these children take these things to school.

Yes, school is a small community children gather for studies and other physical activities like sports are taught there. These children become more freeier than homes as the environment is surrounded by their friends of same age. They are more relaxed and apart from emotionally vulnerable children stay mostly active.

An environment like this children tend to express lot of free thoughts, they share their secrets to others . They swear to each other . For them its casual, there is no school in Maldives you cannot find this. Then the more you tried to stop them they like doing it.

According to few articles that I have read the best way was to replace the words with other words . Like ‘fish’ instead of the word they say. A word which is easier to say. I think 21st century is about time the parents be more vigilant whats happening to their chdren. What are the environments that they pick things, and you may not see you chikdren doing in at home but when their minds get free they say it. As the mind is adapted to the home environment and alert that about adults who will definitely shout at them.

Mean while parents should also consider the fact as children they are not bad , as there are rooms for improvement . They can be reformed , their brain can rewire . If we look into their future , lets not blame other children . The best is to work together to bring your child to the tough society around.

The silence is beautiful

lonely rumi

 There was once happiness and laughter among people. Then we fall into a pit that we may not come out. Someone need to scarify everything to let everything to stabilize.  That is you are the wrong doer. Then the silence is beautiful and melancholy 

I needed the silence all of a sudden
The shutting of doors that communicate
Life had hit the rock bottom
The strength absorbed by the surrounding
I don’t hear anything
When the silence spoke to me
In that beautiful darkness
Where souls fear to ponder
“Be alone with him”
Such a whimsical voice
“come sit beside me,hey girl, wake up!”
I opened my eyes to see nothing but emptiness
I can feel the whirling of the wind
Around my feet and over my body
My body merged the silence
And then I forgot about the world which I existed

~ Mary Star~

Black and white

I love black and white photography. One reason is there you can feel silent mystery. Usually , poets hide in the darkness and work their creativity . A soul like me may ponder around in the mid night . Tonight is such a night I took these pictures .

Meditation of Love


Dedicated to some one special who had shown me the path of pure love

Love is something no one can yet give a proper definition. I have wondered through out my life in search of answers even from the places where I have been. Love is kind and love is unconditional then again what is love? But remain allure.

But tonight I had series of thoughts about someone that I knew I am purely in love. May be the cup of coffee had given me the courage to say it. It is a feeling of comforting without any physical attraction. It inspires you without expectation and relishing each moment. Such love that I have never experienced.

I remember breaking my heart and going through the period of emotional agony. I was trying hard to get out of  the eerie feelings that plunged my life into darkness. Those were the nights and days which I may had experienced the love which has materialistic needs and no spiritual connection of both beings.

Somewhere in the heart or should I say in the brain has just registered those memories as waste of moments. It could have been one sided living being trying to full fill his needs of pleasure and my unconscious mind was compelled. I wonder now should I regret my feelings or to those mixed feelings which I couldn’t have differentiated. I was miserably attached to this amazing being on earth.

In my imagination,I have built a serene temple where my soul reach to meditate. This love has no needs but only to exist. This love  which is perfecting itself without any force with in myself. It cleanses the soul and morality in the physical world. I have many questions about what those building up facets of feelings. These are neither mystery or joy but quite natural harmony that grows inside. Its like a melody that revive inside. My gesture and mind brings out the creativity. The jealousy yet to be skilled to cope inside.

I have found to a point where my life climbing a ladder towards to the truth. The vast unknown realm of  galaxy coming towards for my help. It was just too late to realize my openness should have been with happiness not with the fear of darkness that ones I was holding. I have created this mandala with you that I don’t want to be unbraided. I would rather make this a hollow like a flute that anything to pass through. Even if that is the melody of melancholy I will sacrifice.

You build that barrier that I could be a sinner and reminded me that the world sometimes make us delusional but for me you are so real. I couldn’t pretend anymore to sing the song but I do this mildly that it will not hurt me anymore. These facts I need to remain in these words and I don’t want to come to reality. How beautiful sometimes I think? this is also such a love that one could feel deep in the heart. I am humble and kind towards you and silently loving in every moment. Let the universe embrace this and not to knock down that door. Let my body enlightened and treasure the precious feeling….. But don’t call me a name! 

You are not me
How can I tell you
I am lost in this hushed galaxy
Searching for answers
And I fear you will go
And I fear you will turn back forever
But while you are here …..
Allow me to sit next to you ….
I can just be that silent venture…….