Fistful of Heart is a transliteration of "Guppedu Manasu" in Telugu. In my schooldays, I wondered enormously as to how this heart, which is the size of one's fist is capable of pumping so much blood and work so much all the time. Smaller in size than the brain and the liver and other not so glamorous organs in the body, it still has so much power and even ruled the head many times or upset the entire abdominal factory that would otherwise run quite hummingly, just because the heart felt otherwise! In the small fist of a space it crowds in oceans of emotions and experiences. Can these be expressed as easily as they are felt? Many occasions it also influences the brain and its ability to think practically and more so for women. Is it a double whammy then, in the case of women the right brain and the fistful of heart both conspire to torment her? Questions are simple - answers are many and complicated. So let us not even attempt to unravel its mysteries, just experience the agonies and the ecstasies it subjects us to.
I will use this blogspace to download some of the emotions - emotions full of feeling or thinking or both! Because they are beyond words.
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Musings and Meanderings, Notings and Nothings, Memories and Magic - wild flowers in a life's trek. Collecting and stringing as I go along!
2 comments:
Dear M/s Kinner,
I am Dr. Shiva Yogi Tiwari's son. I spotted your blog and my father's name. My father remembers the incident very well.
Thank you so much. It is indeed nice of you and Bhavya to write in my blog. Sorry I did not see it till date. I am also amazed that Dr Tiwari remembers that incident! My regards to him please!
Kinnera
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