Before you quit.

Before you quit, think about the terrifying storms that you’ve been through. Remember how you crossed the capricious waters , just to achieve what you always wanted to. 

Before you quit, remember how people always judged you and they are still doing it. Remember how you shrugged at all their criticisms and did not give a damn about them.

Before you quit, think about the dreams and ambitions you had since the childhood. Remember the times you used to talk about them so proudly with your friends 

Before you quit, remember how you were always there for people you love and also for those who you don’t. Remember how they used to say that you are the kind of person the world needs.

Before you quit, think about your friends with whom you had the best times if your life. Just remember, how they adored and looked up to you if they were facing any kind of trouble 

Before you quit, remember the time when you told your parents they you’re gonna make them proud, one day. That you loved and cared for them more than anyone else in this world.

Before you quit, remember that you were never ever alone. And is not even now. You are surrounded by people who genuinely would go to any lengths to protect you. You just need to be open and talk. You think they won’t understand. But trust me, they would.

Like a kid

Sometimes I behave like a 5-year old, talking loudly, teasing my brother till he gets irritated and snaps at me,getting annoyed when he does the same thing, passing foolish comments at my cousins, singing in my loudest ever voice, even teasing my mom. These things actually make me happy and full. 

My childhood was not that memorable so that it could be cherished forever but I love being a kid. Acting like kids. It’s funny that, I don’t see myself as a 20-year old girl, who is not even a teenager anymore. Let alone be a small kid. Maybe this is the reason why I am so amazing with children. I think so.

What the stars say

The vast canopy of the sky, 

Was filled with millions of gleaming stars

Every star said something 

But only if I could understand 

I stared at them, with deep melancholic eyes 

Almost turning watery 

While reminiscing the days,

When I had no one, but them

I stared again, but this time a little harder 

Just then, he held my hand 

Taking close to his chest 

As we lay bedside each other,

Under the dark carpet of the sky

And he said, pointing at the brightest star

“That’s you. You lit up my world”

I could say nothing, but smile 

Finally knowing, what the stars said.

Invalid excuse

When love becomes an invalid excuse

To not let your wings open

When you want to fly 

Higher and higher, they lower your belief 

With some invalid excuse 

Let’s say, they care for you 

What you really want to hear

Are some words of encouragement 

But they blurt out, some invalid excuse 

Let’s say, they don’t want you to stumble 

When love is exaggerated 

You feel trapped and caged

In the shackles of disappointment and pain 

Despite of being loved 

When love does not let you grow 

Then they end up being merely words

Let’s say, just an invalid excuse.

Inspiration.

There are so many people around us who are worth inspiring. It could be your mom, who toils day and night for the entire family without ever complaining or expecting anything in return. 

It could be your dad, who after a long and tiring day at work still manages to talk and laugh with you. 

It could be your elder sibling, who protects as well as understands you more than others do. 

It could be your younger sibling who studies with so much of  dedication and determination because they want to make the parents proud and also you. 

It could be your teacher who always leads you in the right direction, burning the candle of knowledge within you. 

It could be your friend who despite of being hurt at heart in the past, manages to pull off that million-dollar smile. 

And if I mention all those people here, the list would take long to end. So whenever you feel low in confidence and seek inspiration, take off your eyes from that electronic device. Look around. You would find many of them.

Lively and mystical.

She is not someone, who possess charming looks, hazel or blue eyes, a pert nose, pinkish cheeks or an attractive figure. But she feels proud in her own skin, does not get embarrassed in flaunting her curvy body or a slight belly fat. 

She makes you laugh with her foolish jokes and sometimes witty sense of humour. Oh! Her laughter is contagious. The sound that erupts as she laughs may seem irritating to others but she doesn’t feel a pang of embarrassment. 

A generous at heart, she never backs off from helping those who reach out to her in times of need. She is too kind. She feels bad saying no to others. She wears her heat on her leaves, spreading love like no one else. She cares for the people close to her. 

But there is something more than just her lovable being. Have you ever tried to look beyond the facade of her outer personality? She has so many friends, enjoys with them to the fullest, but experiences a sense of loneliness on returning home.  She doesn’t share anything with others. But deep inside she wants someone to compel her to speak up her mind. 

She wants someone to absorb all her emotions that are clogged within her for so long. Everybody thinks that though an extrovert, she is arcane, mystical. But no one ever tries to dig out her secrets. She is waiting for someone to discovered, by someone so sincere enough to feel her wholely and solely.

World Book Day

A year back if somebody had asked me about my reading habits, my answer would have been very articulate. That “I don’t read. Books are insanely boring”. 
Honestly, books were never my preference. Even in school when the teachers have is books to read, I would simply stare at the colourful pictures. Hoping that the still characters would start moving out of the blue. I never bothered to read or be interested in any one of them.

 I’ve been reading newspapers since the age of 11 or 12, but those are much different than the books.  But I am still startled at the fact that, how things could change so massively. Today, I don’t just read books but also try to express various emotions in the form of words. Yes. I write. 

I write about love, hatred, sadness, happiness, courage, fear, longing, desire, passion, sun, stars, moon, sky and the list goes on. The book that propelled me to get mesmerized into the world of reality and imagination is Khaled Housseini’s novel ‘The Kite Runner’. By the time I had finished reading, my eyes turned moist. I cried. 

I was left spell-bounded by the fact that mere words scattered on a page could evoke different emotions. Seriously, ‘The Kite Runner’ pulled every string of my heart, albeit with much sadness. Suddenly, writing has become my passion, reading; the religion, and books; the God. 

All these years I have been devoid of the pleasures and tranquility that accompanied while reading books. But today, I read and write everyday. And hope that this continues for eternity.

Steps ahead.

As I begin to move on, I realise the fact  that my fears are the greatest hindrance. I know they are all futile, but they keep coming back to me like a jolt of lightning. 

But the violent storm that had struck my life and turned it upside-down has made me invincible. I won’t let the useless fears to block my entrance to a bright sunrise. I won’t let a single heartbreak to ruin my present and keep my future hanging from a cliff. 

The cowardness and scepticality that I had displayed before, now seems to be finally fading away. I have finally learned to take steps ahead, not backwards or stay still.  I’ve begun to believe,  pocket-in the dreams, and hopes. And waiting for love to find me , once again!

Move on?

For me, moving on is proving to be one painful task. I am experiencing riot of uncountable thoughts and vague emotions. I’m feeling heaps of madness which is perilously stunting my gradual move on. 
Whenever I went through lows, you were always by my side resting your hand on my knee and saying that, “everything would be fine, I am here”. I hate it when things turn so different.

It’s extremely difficult and ghastly to put all your heart-warming and cherishing memories on a backburner, those memories which always made me smile.
What is it, that deterring me to move on? 

Am I still hoping that things would fall in place with you, again ? 

Is it because, I am not able to accept that everything has just ended?

And that too so easily, without any efforts?

The Beginning

Not much has changed since the day I left. The sun continues to shine as bright as ever, the winds have not ceased to sway, the birds haven’t given up chirping and fly high over the clouds, the stars still cover the canopy of the vast sky and the moon’s glisten has not faded. Then, why do I feel the difference? 

Maybe, it’s not nature but me. Maybe, I am not able to move on quickly as I felt earlier. I often get the flash of memories of you holding my hands, kissing my forehead, teasing playfully, the warm snuggles. 

And then suddenly at the very next movement, I hop back into reality. A reality, where I feel alone and the pangs of anger hit my head. Rushes of disappointment and hatred run through my veins.

I’ve already started the next chapter, leaving the earlier book half-read. But there’s a place in my heart, there’s fear. Fear that I would not be able to trust people anymore. Fear that I would lose confidence in myself; that I may slip into depression; fear that I won’t believe in love ;fear that love may never find me again.

I wonder, if it is the beginning of something dreadful, trails of melancholy filled with hatred and resentment?  OR

Is it the beginning of a wonderful sunrise that would bring new dreams, hopes and love?