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To, The Givers... With Love

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 The givers of help, love, hope, and reassurance willingly spread their arms to embrace everyone who needs to be held, guided, and listened to. We come across a lot of people on a daily basis whose lives we touch in one way or the other. Sometimes, our presence lightens up the atmosphere, our words brighten the souls, and the other times our humble and patient listening makes people feel better and calmer. I've experienced all of this ever since I managed to look within. I've met beautiful souls who were as bright as the sun, but were scared of the heavy clouds. As they shone through the clouds, I felt the world getting brighter and even more beautiful. It's all energy, you see? Some people call it your vibe or vibration or aura or the X-factor that makes them feel that something is good about you. As you dig deeper in the vast ocean of your soul, you start becoming your higher self. Your energies are positive and strong. Your aura is vibrant and influencing! In scienti

One or Eleven?

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"Now since you have come, I've found what has been missing from my life". I'm sure most of you must have heard this line in every fairy tale or a classic romantic movie. But how is it affecting us people? I've found myself and many others trying to find a better half who completes us and makes our lives better and magical. We give our heart to someone we think would be perfect to have it and want theirs in return. How does it sound? Well, to me, it did sound perfect until I failed to try to find my other half to complete me, to become one with me. In an urge to find our better half, we inadvertently end up finding someone who is actually no more than a half. Do you recall someone you found "too perfect for someone"? So many people out there who we call perfect do not easily settle with someone easily. Why? Are they too demanding? No! They just don't have the concept of "needing a better half to complete them". Confused? Yeah. It took me

Lost and Found : Myself

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How many a times did you resort to things like music, food, shopping, running, playing, watching a movie, partying, drinking, smoking, etc. when you were feeling low? Every time. Right? I know. I've been there, done that. I felt low for almost five years and a half, and took one year and a half to heal, and I'm still healing. And just like yours, the reasons were many, and I always found them around me. Heartbreak, betrayal, abuse (sexual and emotional), criticism, burden of expectations, burden of the past, burden of the future, and many more similar things made my present drown in my own tears. Every day was a burden, which increased with time. I started listening to music, Linkin Park mostly (unfortunately its lead vocalist, Chester Bennington committed suicide because of his recurrent depression) , as I found him singing and screaming on my behalf and perfectly putting my pain in the lyrics. I actually don't remember when it all started. It had become a habit to car

Guddi

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  Guddi                                                                     Guddi, which means a doll, is what her family called her since the day she was born. She was a shy, and conservative yet courageous girl who belonged to a small village named Rohrai in Haryana, India. Her family relations were no different from those of other families in the state in the ‘60s. Her mother and her aunt were married to her father and her uncle. As a child, Guddi always performed above average in her school. She was the most brilliant child in her family. Her aunt (mother’s sister) would frequently visit Guddi’s house, leaving behind a bunch of old clothes for Guddi, her siblings, and her mother. Guddi was mesmerized with her aunt’s personality. She was a nurse who used to dress up like a fine lady. Guddi would often think to herself “one day I’m going to wear clothes just like maasi’s (aunt)”. As Guddi grew up and the village’s only school failed to provide her with education aft

Did you just ask "Why me? " Here's why.

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To be honest,  I've been one of those who has always asked this question in every wrong situation I found myself in. It was all well when I followed the ideal way, did things right, did everything to the best of my ability, put my heart and soul into everything I did, and expected good results. But you know what? I just forgot a very simple thing. It wasn't me but my conditioning that made me think about the results. The world has always made us fear the results. Be it academics, finances, startups or something as simple as cooking a dish. We have always been too much obsessed with the results, not only of ours but the results of the rest of the world as well. And we always ask "why me". I got my answer to this question a year ago, and I found out that I was just supposed to carry on with my work. That's it! The results were not in my hands. They never were. And failing is a part of life. Success gives you happiness but failure teaches you life lessons which

Her rebirth

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As the day approached, she found herself sinking in, the way it has been for the past few years is what made her feel dejected. It was a harsh end and a tough beginning. She had fell down a lot of times. But, this time she rode the horse herself, to save her own world alone. She woke up as the clock struck 12, with all the messages pouring in, as it was her day, as she was special to so many people out there. The walls that once had made all the true love unreachable to her had broken down as she decided to lift the curtain and set her stage of life on fire with the brilliance she had in her eyes, the flamboyance she carried this time. She roared like a lioness of the jungle, ready to make the rules of her own, as she owned the whole world. She let the sunshine reach the deepest nook and corner of her soul with her arms wide open. She is now what the world had failed to see, she is now the queen, the only one of her kind. She is not the conventional roses and dresses kinds, she is

The Reunion

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She was relaxing on her bed when she saw her in her little, above the ankles, white and green striped pants and a yellow sweatshirt with a dog face pasted in the front. Since it was an exhausting day for her, she just kept watching her. The little girl was full of energy, smiling with all her yet to be shed square shaped milk teeth, curly dark brown hair, twinkling eyes and chubby cheeks. The girl ran up to her and sat down in her lap. Although, she was tired, she felt a great shift in her energies as soon as she felt the touch of the little girl. The little girl started telling her stories of how she sometimes felt very lonely, she didn't have any friends at school, how her classmates judged and teased her because she had curly and messy hair, how she would strive hard to win a trophy to bring a smile on her parents' face, how she sometimes felt not loved, not cared for, how she felt lonely in a family with seven people and a classroom with forty students, how she found s