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Courage does not come with age.

She sat quietly in the corner of the class. At the edge of the seat. She was staring at the blackboard in front of her, thoughts wandering elsewhere. The teacher was writing in white. Her classmates were copying. Her partner nudged her out of her reverie, beckoned her to scribble along.

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Turned 22 for the first time!

Hi!

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.

#Blessedtobeloved.

Graciously Yours!

 

P.S.: What was your first today? I am sure you must have done something for the first time today! Think, think.

When “Whatsapp” replaced “Wassup?” which replaced “What’s up?”

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!

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The first in many!

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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Graciously Yours!

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Is there a God?

“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.”

Thomas Jefferson.

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?

 

Graciously Yours!

The Silent Mourner.

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!

 

 

Graciously Yours!

Is she the one?

“There will be happy times. Sad times too. Times when she’ll be angry. Times when she’ll be fun. Times when you’ll know, she’s the one!

She may not hear you always, but she loves listening to you. She sometimes doesn’t stop talking, and at times she has nothing to say to you.

Every time you see her smile, promise yourself you’ll never let it fade. No matter how bad matters get, if you are with her, goodbye she’ll never bade.

She can very well carry on her life without you, but she still chooses to keep you in hers. Shower her with love and care, a word of affection here and there, and you’ll see her be forever yours.”

To those who’ve found the one, don’t let her go!

Can love feel incomplete?

In this digital age of love, is it too much to ask if I want your hand in mine and not my phone…

If I want you in front of me and not my laptop…

If I want to have your favorite chocolate with you and not just send you pictures of it…

If I want to see that wink on your face, not just the emoticon you send…

If I want you to spend  my happy moments with me, not hear about it later…

If I want to call you by your name, not just look at my phone flashing it…

If I want to see you reading this, and not just imagine you breathing deeply…

If I want to see that smile on your face, and not just hear it over your call…

Is it too much?