Tag: Finding Hope

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Photo by Matthias Heyde on Unsplash

[/vc_column_text][vc_column_text]Evolution has favoured organisms on the basis of their ability to respond to threats and utilise opportunities to survive and procreate. However, this equation is not evenly balanced between opportunities and threats! If you survive to live another day, you can hope to get another opportunity tomorrow even if you miss one today! But if you miss warding off that threat to your existence today, you won’t live to see another day.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]The essential survival tool, therefore, has been pessimism, and do we love it! Even when its “use by date” is long gone.

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[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]Our studio is called Tacitgames. ‘Tacit’ means that which is expressed without words. It’s quite possible. We design board games and puzzles. We hope to tell a story by creating an activity, creating some new situations, where players negotiate challenges, build, take actions that change the course of the events, immersing in a story setting. I would like to share a story that inspired a new game we designed. Last year, just before the Pandemic invaded our lands…

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Illustration by Pradnya J

[/vc_column_text][vc_column_text]These are turbulent times.

There are turbulences in life

like an airplane hung midway

between land and the ocean,

knowing not where to go.

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Illustration by Harshita Bandodkar

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A Change in Rhythm

[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]One unexpected consequence of the lockdown in Mumbai was that it forced me to explore every inch of the suburb that I’d lived in for years. A few weeks into the lockdown, evening walks with friends became the preferred mode of social interaction. We discovered quaint cafes and well-maintained parks tucked away in hitherto unnoticed nooks and corners. Devoid of office-goers returning home in their cars, the inner lanes of the suburb were now filled with strollers such as us, and people of all ages on shiny new bicycles – seeking balance, both mental and physical.

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Illustration by Harshita Bandodkar

[/vc_column_text][vc_column_text]Hope is a nebulous feeling curled up inside me,
A pair of wings that has not yet taken flight,
Elusive on most days and palpable on others,
Like petrichor after a rainstorm.

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