He loves me.
He loves me not.
Do that ever?
He loves me.
He loves me not.
Do that ever?
Am I un-Indian if I want the India-Pakistan famed arch-rivalry to end?
Turned 22 for the first time today, for all those who do not believe in re-births and reincarnations.
And a list of another firsts which happened :
— I got my first ISD call from Jakarta. Talking after long to a close friend, just like those good old Whatsapp free tech days, feels so satisfying.
— And thanks to Whatsapp (okay, maybe it isn’t that bad!), got my first voice note from a friend who’s shifted to Japan recently.
— Got not one but two cakes simultaneously smeared over my face. Is chocolate cream facial better or pineapple flavored cream facial better? And what if you get both done together? Will they be compatible? What do you think?
— For the first time my crush called me and sang to me but maybe I’m over him now. Not because he sang. But because… Another day, another story.
— And for the first time, I lived through a day, in a very, very long time, without a care of what might happen in the future and the innumerable hurdles we might have to cross through the journey of life.
P.S.: What was your first today? I am sure you must have done something for the first time today! Think, think.
When you find the one thing, that binds you yet frees you, defines you but doesn’t overshadow you, loves you and teaches you to love, you never let it go!
I was pinging my friend on Whatsapp when I got a call from my aunt. On the other end was my eight year old cousin.
And then I faced my most embarrassing moment in the short term duration of things!
In one of those blink-and-you-miss breaks which I take these days in between my house arrest cum studies, a thought streaked across! The dare to bare.
I am sharing a few weird, funny, absurd and so darn true facts about me.
— My index fingers are not straight. There. I admit it. If I point towards you, it’s not a straight finger that you’re looking at. You can definitely see the curve!
— I am in pursuit of reducing my carbon footprint of late and hence I am saving water (and also my time) by taking a bath every alternate day. Do not judge me. Plus, I am saving something for our future generations! So. Congratulate me! Haha!
— I do not share the world’s passion for 1D, Miley Cyrus, Lady Gaga, Justin Beiber and the entire lot! Neither have I figured out yet how Kim Kardashian landed up on the Vogue cover.
— Selfies are not my cuppa tea. I like to be seen from the other person’s eyes. If I want to see myself, I have a mirror in my room. Selfies all over social networking sites kind of finish the actual use of it, I think. If ever there was one, that is.
People, your turn now! I am sure your secrets aren’t half as bad as the ones I just gave you!
And that just re-instilled my faith in God!
Dear woman behind me in line at the grocery store,
You don’t know me. You have no clue what my life has been like since October 1, 2013. You have no clue that my family has gone through the wringer. You have no clue that we have faced unbelievable hardship. You have no clue we have been humiliated, humbled, destitute.
You have no clue I have cried more days than not; that I fight against bitterness taking control of my heart. You have no clue that my husband’s pride was shattered. You have no clue my kids have had the worries of an adult on their shoulders. You have no clue their innocence was snatched from them for no good reason. You know none of this.
What you do know is I tried to buy my kids some food and that the EBT machine was down so I couldn’t buy…
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A minute was all it took and my world crashed.
There was darkness all around.
I was scraping the marbled walls.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
My hopes were now pinned on God.
The people around me spoke of help, just spoke.
Light flitted in through the darkness,
Golden glows showed through the dust,
It was then that you found me.
Lying in ruins, tears spiking through my heart,
A smile on my face, to show to the ones who just spoke.
You saw me through my eyes.
It wasn’t my smile but my heart that you believed.
My God had sent me my hope.
I knew that moment on I wasn’t alone.
You helped me stand.
Toughened my resolve.
Grabbed me if I thought I would fall.
You led me on, subtly letting me carve my way.
I have now managed to locate my first step.
The first in many!
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“Question with boldness even the existence of God; because, if there be one, he must more approve of the homage of reason than that of blindfolded fear.”
Do you think there’s a God? If you do, like most of us, then :
Why does unwavering faith become blind faith? Why does hope become sticking to tarot cards and crystal balls? Why does our love for life turn into fear of death? Why do we believe more in stone idols and less in our very own souls? Why do we choose to hide behind religion to explain all the unexplained cultures of our society? Why do we instill fear in the name of God? Why?
Accord Him with the homage of reason; not of blindfolded fear.
Do you think there’s a God? If you don’t, then :
Who do you think created gravity?
Innumerable people I meet,
Yet I can never stop thinking about you,
Innumerable words I speak,
Yet I can never get tired of wanting to listen to you.
You were the one,
Who loved me for what I was.
You were the one,
Who made me realize what I could be.
I always thought we would be together,
For the sake of not me, not you, but for the promises we’d made,
In life or in death to be together,
And in sickness and health.
Love had led me to you,
God had I thanked with all my heart,
Death is what took away you,
All I have is my life crumbled around.
The shining stars beckon me,
The massive seas allure me,
All I need to do is stop one single breath,
But then the last whiff of you would be gone too!