Glass slippers

Glass Slippers


Its midnight

not the night of celebration.

Take the stairs and


because those are the sounds of cruel.

Healing deception of poison ivy.

You’re the knight

and you’re the prince.

Die like a warrior

and live for the war.

Don’t look for glass slippers

as they are crushed

at the gates of realm.

© S. Anand

Sanatan Fabric

त्रिदलं त्रिगुणाकारं त्रिनेत्रं च त्रयायुधम् त्रिजन्म पापसंहारम् बिल्वपत्रं शिवार्पणं ।1।…

Source: Sanatan Fabric

Sanatan Fabric

Bilva patra or Bael patra are the part of Sanatan Dharma since forever. Month of Shravan is specially important for all Sanatan believers and so does the Bilva.


Rudra’s love for bilva started when a nishadh offered them to him. Bilva became part of Sanatan traditions and household. There are certain rules and norms for picking up the Bael patra. Just like the rules to offer them.

Such rich traditions over many thousands years woven the delicate fabric of Indian society. There are special communities which used to be picked up Bilva and delivered it to all people. In exchange they have been given grains and food on daily or monthly basis. Some of them also paid.

त्रिदलं  त्रिगुणाकारं  त्रिनेत्रं  च  त्रयायुधम्
त्रिजन्म पापसंहारम् बिल्वपत्रं शिवार्पणं ।1।

This community still following the Anaadi traditions. I came across one of the person who still pursue this job. This is his probably 10th generation. He don’t take money on daily basis but monthly payment or food. He is not rich or middle class but he does his work like worship.


People and communities like him are part of ancient fabric of Sanatan dharma. It’s human nature to form socialize and form groups. They can be form on many basis. From specific coffee lover’s club to specific color lover’s society. Humans like to attach themselves to some groups which they can identify with own traits.

Sanatan dharma is the Anaadi system that reflects and nourish the human traits of social connect. Which makes an unparalleled system and invisible economy which helped the Indian subcontinent to survive and flourish despite the most invasion in human history.



Shiny glasses on concrete walls

Tiny people on crowded crawls

Haze in the air

choked my voice.

Sounds of nothing

blocked my view.

Many moons waited

and lost on the other side.

Many skies painted eve

on the light.

Somewhere in the air,

on top of the world

I lost my Horizon.

© S.Anand