Love thyself - all the virtues, all the vices Allow yourself to breathe, slow down, relax Allow yourself to fail Allow yourself to feel elated, happy, sad, angry Allow yourself to feel lost But, Love thyself anyway. Spread the love Don’t just fall in love, choose to love Care and take care Not just when the… Continue reading Try anyway.
आओ बैठें , बातें करें भूल से गये हैं मीठे से तीखे से शब्दों का स्वाद आओ बैठें... बस दिन को रात, रात को दिन करें जा रहें हैं लम्हे फिसल रहें हैं, हम खर्च होते जा रहें हैं 'कैसे हो?' इसका जवाब हर बार 'बढ़िया' तो नही होता इस 'बढ़िया' के नीचे क्या छुपा… Continue reading आओ बैठें, बातें करें
After an early morning flight from Paris to Barcelona, our starving bodies could have eaten possibly anything (mind often thinks in extremes but is seldom prepared). So, at the airport, we saw a Burger King outlet (a name which was most known to us amongst others) and scouted for the cheapest burger. We didn’t bother… Continue reading Beef Burgers and More…
Can you see that closet, just behind that door? That is my world now, with all the ghosts. It is dark and gloomy with all the lost hope, With black curtains, to drape me in their dope. I sit there in denial, on the existence of that evening Echoes of me drowning and whining.… Continue reading A Brush with Death
During this last week of 2017, I wanted to re-visit the learnings of the year. What have I learned and more importantly what have I un-learned? Did I repeat the mistakes of the previous year, have I incorporated the learnings of the previous year into my endeavours? Were there any habits formed or dropped? What… Continue reading Judging, you.
Can this wall be broken? Can these doors be opened? Can she be loved in her raw beauty? Can they observe her beyond her duty? Can they look beyond her complacency? Can she be appreciated for that little idiosyncrasy? Can they look through that beautiful piece of art? How she messes up before… Continue reading Gift of Admiration
Gita: Where were you? I have been trying to call you for an hour now. Shanaya: Sorry Ma! After my painting class, I went to Pa’s office. Gita (anxious): Why? Shanaya: I promised him I’ll visit sometime this week for coffee. He always talks about his office cafeteria and its coffee. Gita: (impatient and curious)… Continue reading It was her Daughter!