Around You

Let it... I went on a trip to see few waterfalls in a place which is like 6 hours away, I started with a feeling that it is going to be beautiful, I will have some time away with the usual work, get a lot of good pictures, nothing more. I reached the stay, freshened up and started to see the waterfalls. I saw the first one is too crowdy, I actually did not like it. I had breakfast and started for the second one, which is beautiful indeed. I got some pictures and then I left for a waterfall which is like in like very remote area. I hiked through the mountain to see it, then I saw it. I was speechless. I tried lot of times to say it's beauty but I couldn't. But I can say what I felt. I felt welcomed, connected, loved, unconditionally accepted. I felt beautiful, happy, calm. I felt me. The one who I only feel when I am understood, heard, loved. Yes, I felt me. That is when I understood the nature's deep-rooted connection with us. Nature welcomed me, heard me, loved me. It will...

  Not fitting in... From childhood I always wanted to fit in, fit in the family, fit in with my siblings, fit in with friends. I have seen my friends agree with me just to be liked, I have agreed to everything my parents told me to be liked. I see people trying to be agreeable, liked, accepted. I thought it's important to me liked, in fact I lied being liked. But, Accepting or agreeing to things for just fitting in, is not you. You would never do that if not to be liked by that person, doing this many times may make you forget who you actually are. Don't try to fit in, instead create space so people to be themselves with you . You are not an accessory to fit in vibe of a place. You are human, remember that everyone has different opinion. You have yours and they have theirs. We should start accepting people the way they are, being different is common. Everyone is different, no two people agree on everything. Speak up your opinion, it is then you will fall in love with you...

  Look around you... Beautiful mountains, snowy places, fresh lakes, magnificent waterfalls, oceans, dense forests all this have to be seen and experienced by every human. But are these only the magic of nature? Have you ever woken up early in the morning and sipped coffee looking your cute little garden, isn't that beautiful? Have you walked through a field of crops, feeling like you are the lead actor, isn't that great to feel? Have you ever sat on your terrace and looked the sky as clouds pass, isn't that calming? Nature spelled its magic in every corner of this world, do not wait to look at ocean, do not wait to see a waterfall, do not wait until snow falls, just look around. The beauty appears to the people who looks at it. Stop waiting for something beautiful to happen and see the magic around you. Look around to fall for life that's around you.   

  Ocean... Ocean, home to many living creatures, home to secrets, home to uncertainty, is often described wonderfully by many poets and writers. The depths of ocean scared many and excites many. But something I feel when I see ocean is calmness. The waves which fall, and rise bring immense calmness in me. The uncertain ocean filled with secrets feels like home, when the cool breeze says hello. The diamonds feel less shiny, when the water glitters by the touch of sun rays. Watching same thing over and over is so boring, until you watch the waves rise and fall.  Looking at it makes you forgot that you ever fell in love. The cool ocean water holds a lot of warmthless that playing with it makes you child again. You never knew what beauty is until you see it moon light. Ocean always surprises me that how it made me fall in love with it, even after me knowing the dangers it holds. Having waves that are never calm, how is it able to bring the calmness in me? Ocean is the home that I ...

The girl who lived...                                     There is a girl who has a dream to see her father happy. She is 8 years old. All she wants is to see her dad smile. She told lot of jokes, made up many stories, lied she had lot of friends, does everything in her power to see her father smile. She goes to school and comes home with million things to speak with dad. Her father is her world.                                      She grew up, she is 16 years old now. She still loves her dad. She now dreams of happy life with her father, a thought of not having her father around scared her. She sat with him talking, which is her favorite way of spending time. She failed an exam, which changed her dream.                            ...

  The tale of darkness...                                  World is filled with beautiful things, from luscious greenery, beautiful flowers, rainbow, soil, sky, it is filled with colors. But you can see the colors only in presence of light, darkness takes away all the colors and all the beauty and leaves us with a feeling of emptiness, loneliness. But have you seen it the other way?                                  Pitch black takes away all the colors and makes everything around you, Black. The beautiful things you loved so much looks same as the ugliest things u hated; in darkness nothing is left with color. It leaves you with something more beautiful neither by color nor by texture, something u can only feel by heart, Unity.                        ...

Love...                     It is something humans crave for, something that makes us loose our balance. But Love is not just what it is told to us. If you ask yourself what the greatest love story is, I myself will say some Romeo Juliet, Salem Anarkali. But have you ever thought isn't it so overrated? this male and female love, I mean the romantic love. We gave it so much importance that most of the films, books are around it.                                         Mom's love, Dad's love, Sibling's love, friend's love is told necessary but the beautifully woven love stories make you believe in romantic relationships, made us feel we wanted it. It is shown you are not complete or not happy even if you have wonderful bond with friends and family, until you are in a romantic relation.               ...

 Silent Household...                                 Recent days we are hearing a lot about trauma. Childhood trauma been a topic quite a lot of times. But all I see is a loud household, abusive household, violence and some very threatening, terrible actions witnessed by the child or experienced by the child. I feel so sorry for everyone who has to face it but, let me tell you a story.                                 I am studying third class I guess, I have heard a small argument between my parents. They did not say a word to me, they did not scold me they are arguing. It is loud though. That is the first time, I understand they are fighting, after the fight there is just silence in my home. They do not speak with each other. After two months another fight followed, and silence.            ...

Listen to your terrace... Terrace, balcony has some deep connection with me, I guess it's common. It is place where we chill out, where we spend some alone time looking outside, sitting sipping morning coffee or evening chai. It is quite a favorite place of many likewise mine too. Today standing on my terrace which is 3 storied building, I am looking at 10 floored apartments, they have many balconies. I closely observed each of them and saw different stories.  I saw a beautiful couple kissing and looking at the lovely children playing in the garden, a child trying to play with toys, a bachelor I guess smoking cigar, a lady drinking something probably chai, a teenage girl standing looking sad, a old couple chatting, a mom I guess taking the clothes she held up to dry, many more same scenarios which repeated in each balcony. I am amused by the stories each terrace tells; we think all humans are different. Yes, indeed we are, but if we look closer, we understand how connected we all a...

  It’s Monday evening, and I am tired. I sat in the balcony, sipping my cup of coffee. I am so lost in the moment that a drop of rain on my cheek brings me back, which also takes me back to my childhood. Unlike many, I do not have memories of dancing in the rain or participating in a paper boat race. I enjoyed the rain, though. It brought me joy. Watching the rain felt soothing, but my favorite part was eating a plate of pakoras that my mom made while our family ate together. I once asked my friend, who is a writer, what rain is to her. She said, “Rain is a music that makes me dance like a child to its rhythm. Rain is love that drenches me, making my tears disappear.” That is a very romantic way to say it, but for me, rain is a time to sit on the balcony and eat a plate of pakoras

One Day...                              One day I was sitting on my terrace, that is my favorite place always as a child. I love to see the boundless sky and the world around, little birds which flew in the evenings make my heart rest at peace always with their chirping sounds. Same as usual I am sipping my chai and looking the birds fly, watching how the sky is flaunting itself with colors, then I heard a loud cry. I ran downstairs and saw my sister crying. She is in front of her laptop looking at the results of IIT entrance examination. I saw the result, she got in. She cannot stop laughing and crying, I hugged her, said I am proud, then mom and dad came for work, and everyone is partying. Obviously, it's my sister's day, so I am invisible. I went back to the terrace, sat on the mat, closed my eyes, my tears started to flow taking me back to the day.                 ...