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Why? Oh why?

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Often, things don’t make sense. Why does the Sun rise every day to set? Why do the flowers bloom only to be plucked by mischievous little bratty hands or to be offered at the feet of stone idols of the same Gods who created them in the very first place? Why are examinations more valued than the lives of those hundreds of young who succumb under their pressure? Why is a job position much greater than a friendship you’ve nurtured for years? Why is the money more important than the ailing parents you’ve left behind? Why is it selfish to love oneself and idiotic to love others (either ways, I’m slandered)? Why do we run after fame when oblivion is all that destiny can give us? Why is immortality a boon when you know all others around you will die? Oh and why we do we bake those immaculately beautiful and fabulous personalized cakes only to dismantle and eat them within a day or two?

I’ve diverted enough from what I really want to say out loud (or in this case, write).

Why do I hate loving you?

Often, things don’t make sense. And this is just the beginning of it.

Graciously Yours!

Image by 4freephotos.com

Wheeling towards life.

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“You see that man down there who’s cycling?” said the Creator to the little baby beside Him.

The soon-to-be-born gurgled, “Yes” in baby lingo.

Soon, even his mother would understand it as well as God did.

“That cyclist doesn’t have ambitions. He hasn’t made plans on how he wants to spend his next five years. He saves much less than he spends. He helps his neighbor, an old lady, with rations every month. He gives kids, he doesn’t know, candies to eat. The world will tell you it is wrong to be him. They will tell you to think about yourself. They will mock you if you don’t plan. They will chide you for being ambition-less.”

The baby looked up at the peaceful soul beside him. He looked puzzled. Saliva dripped from the corners of his parted lips.

Chuckling, God took the baby in His lap, wiped the drool and continued, “I want you to be like him. I want you to live one day at a time, one moment at a time. I want you to dream but I don’t want you to become so blind with ambition that you forget why exactly you were living. I want you to respect the beauty of my creations and find your strengths, hopes and solace in them. I want you to always believe in yourself and in humanity. I want you to appreciate life much more than fear death.”

“Will it be easy?” the baby asked, looking down at so many unlike the cyclist.

“No, it won’t. And when it isn’t, remember that God did not bring you this far to abandon you.”

And saying so, He let go of the baby, whose head was now visible to the doctor as the mother screamed in pain.

Graciously Yours!

P.S.: What according to you is life?

Picture Credits: Ishita Shah.

The Wait.

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She was worried. A month had passed since he’d told her about the death. A month and he was still to write another word. He was magical with words. He made you feel the pain of his characters, the joys and blessings of their lives, the romance of the scenes left you feeling the heat and his disgust made you scream in helpless terror. At the end, he left you craving for more. He’d left her spellbound every time he’d written for her. She waited for him to write again. His words completed him. She’d never met another like him. He matched her passion for words.

But then he lost a loved one and the words went away. He forgot to grieve. He felt direction less. He was numbed by life’s cruelty. Determined, he sat with a pen and pad. The ink flowed, but no words formed. His hand moved but the thoughts blew around like wisps. He clutched at straws but they fell through like sand. He knew she waited. And he tried. Until he couldn’t any longer. He cried. Until he couldn’t any longer. His body became numb, but the pain didn’t.

As she slipped her hand through his, he wanted to tell her that he tried. But she knew. She already knew. And her eyes said she’d wait with him. For as long as it would take.

Graciously Yours!

Blank colours on the canvas.

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Some days I have a smile on my face. Yet inside I am breaking apart. Sometimes that trophy is all I want. Yet when I get it, it was not the rosy picture I’d painted. Some days the world doesn’t make sense at all. And other days I think I’ve found the missing puzzle pieces. Somehow, somewhere he meant a lot to me. And yet he never did. Most days I believe there’s a God. Then religion strikes back at my faith. On days I help a poor fellow, the papers print how another looted millions. Some days I want much more than all the colours of the rainbow. Then there are days when even black and white are too much to handle. There are moments when I am the centre of my universe. Then there are times when I wish I could replace an atom. Some days solitude is all I want. Other days I crave to be around people. Some days I wish my dreams came real. Other days I want my reality to become a dream.

And in all of this confusion and clarity, dejection and joy, devastation and creation there’s  life. And that itself is reason enough to celebrate. I may not yet know what my purpose of life is, but that’s okay. As long as I keep walking, the road will become clearer and things will begin to make sense. I will as long as I can. Until I can’t. Life’s uncertain. Death isn’t.

Life’s simple. It’s complicated too.

 

Graciously Yours!

 

P.S. : We’re all each but one piece of domino. Insignificant we may seem, but just one missing piece can ruin the domino fall.

Abounding Passions.

Abounding Passions.

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You made me write when I lost the touch,

You made me smile when my mind was thinking too much,

You brought me closer to the real me,

You made dark the new sexy!


Your soft touch paled my pain,

You were my rainbow in the rain,

We moved away with the time due,

Now and then, I still miss you.

Graciously Yours!

Quote Challenge – Day 3.

This is the second quote challenge I have been nominated for. Thank you Savio for this opportunity!

Today’s quote, which became a favorite at the first instant, is from this blog. Anything which doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, said in a very fancy and heart touching way!

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My nominations are :

Isra

Mundane Musings

Scribbling Sheet (which by the way is run by Jakarta Girl! Show her your love, fellas!)

Smiles here & Smiles there

Image Source : Pinterest.

Graciously Yours!

P.S. : I hope these quotes helped at least one of you become hopeful again! Lotsa love! ❤

Quote Challenge – Day 1.

This is the second quote challenge I have been nominated for. Thank you Savio for this opportunity! You save me the burden of having to think of new post topics in this busy month!

To have one’s heart broken may seem like the worst thing that could have happened. But you know what? It happens to everyone. And most of us get out of it. We let go. We learn to love ourselves.
I’ll focus this challenge on quotes which will make you embrace yourself again (hearts broken or not)!

QC1Image Source : Pinterest.

Graciously Yours!

In love!

My soul sister and me, were wondering the other day ~ Why are we happily single? Is it a phrase we simply use to conform to the world’s standards of the opposite of committed? Or is it something we say aloud to pacify ourselves that we really are happy looking at our friends getting lost in each others’ eyes? Does it have something to do with being afraid of commitment and the innumerable troubles about space and time and attention that ensues?

None satisfied our quench and hunger to know!

Until… We finally hit jackpot!

In love

We’re already in love. Not with one single person, but various parts of various people! And of late, it’s staring into my face so much, that I can’t avoid writing about it any more.

I’m in love.

I’m in love with the strength of the female who reminds herself each morning that her parents are as important as her boyfriend.

I’m in love with the endurance of the sister who manages to accept me just as I am!

I’m in love with the resilience of the friend who knows how difficult the path is, but keeps at it while people around her do nothing much to pull her up!

I’m in love with the care of the brother who stands by me through thick and thin, making sure my smile never fades. Yes, all you brothers.

I’m in love with the faith of the friend who bared his life’s biggest secrets to me.

I’m in love with the promise of hope my mentor exudes.

I’m in love with the positivity of this blogger who encouraged me to transform my works from that of a little girl to a young lady!

I’m in love with the love my friend has for his better half!

I’m in love with the ‘chemistry’ I share with a blogger, our thoughts meshing effortlessly each time.

I’m in love with the innocence of my friend’s baby niece! And also his love for her.

I’m in love with how understanding that friend is who never once complained about how my complaints bore him!

I’m in love with the humour of the friend who I’ve never seen without a smile to share!

I’m in love with the passion of that domestic help who  went on to join an NGO and is now learning English.

I’m in love with the intelligence of the friend who is as modest about it as one can be!

I’m in love with the inquisitiveness of the cabbie who wanted to know why my destination was named so and what was its historical significance.

I’m in love with the concern that crops up in the friend’s eyes each time my own are welling up.

I’m in love with the compassion of that shopkeeper who feeds those stray dogs and lets them warm themselves in her barely successful shop.

I’m in love with myself for being so much in love, for finding so much to love and for trying each day to love!

Each day I come across beauty, rawness, hope, love, strength, smiles.

Each day I also come across hatred, anger, greed, stealth, deception, frowns.

It is my choice which ones I choose to imbibe, cultivate, remember and fall in love with!

There isn’t lack of love. We just have to know where to look.

I know why I’m happily single. And now you do too.

Graciously Yours!