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29 Mar

We’re not special beautiful snowflakes. We’re mundane raindrops. Indifferent and ordinary.

There is this thing about uniqueness, It decays. Something superior is always there to be a replacement. The ordinary however, stays.

And our struggle is to stay. It’s about adding value to the lives and lacunae around us. It’s not only our skin that dies and regenerates to remain plump, it’s not only our soul and body that dies for once – we on a whole choose which part of us has to perish and which lump has to rejuvenate. Decline, anyhow is a requisite.

So we remodel. This process in our personal capacity often takes us to a moment when everything which was glorious suddenly becomes ash. Our elucidation of success changes and there are monsters that we want to cage to be called meritorious. We exert and battle ourselves, kill our weaknesses and wage a contest against odds that pull us down to get to our new goal. And when we get there, it’s not enough.

Many a times we save our selves for the grand finale. And suddenly, it’s not grand anymore.

I urge you to fell the stillness in accepting that the race will never be over and when you begin to hurt yourselves too much to shine – choose to be the audience instead. Just sleep! and before you do, just take the time to gaze up at the night sky. Bask in the silence, take deep breaths, and just marvel at this universe.

You’ll never know what you may see up there. And trust me, it’s going to be every bit as beautiful. Because by that time, you’ll learn the beauty of being ordinary.






Doors closed? Yet you’re home.

2 Jun

Doors closed? Yet you're home.

When you stretch strings to tie a knot, knowing it’s going to be frail and stumbled, yet the feeling that it’s there. bracketed permits you to flaccid your self, conserving a confidence that even at the edge, those strings would pull you. There stretch might seem disloyal, but somehow it’ll work.
But when you feel them plucked, lost and dis-concerned. You loose that house of security,that coziness, that confidence in sensing that your family is right by you. Those strings, they let go of their hold and you miss being enfeebled.
It happens, It’s a monotonously occurring story of every other house. Doors are slammed, you are made to feel unimportant, and even those who are most dear to you, refuse to be what they have fostered you to be like, but you still stay back home!

Staying back home is not the deadline, it is the ultimate engraved decision of your heart. You can’t quit, because that one string with which you are tied to your home, would never loose it’s strength and fondness.

Home, is just home. And even if I fall from the zenith, I would come back home for my wounds to heal. Because I am confident, that, that one string of mine would restore all my relationships.

No strings attached? naa…


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