I was frustrated that day. So, I did what I do in those situations:Take a paper and pen and let them battle it out. But that day was different. The battle went for 6 hours. Why? Because the pen persisted with one word.No matter what the scenario, context, desire or reason was, the pen just… Continue reading One Day I did Journaling for 6 hours and…
Yes, this is that picture.It has 4 books at least with a tear-soaked page; 35 at least with scribbles (insights, thoughts or emotions) here and there; 5 of these were gifts and yes, it has my first guitar, too.How can I forget the day when I first strummed the strings of my guitar, and my… Continue reading What are pictures for? (This is my most precious but a heartbreaking one)
Depression devours its host! Depression is a symbiote to your personality. It comes in the form of thoughts but becomes a part of you. And before you realize, it becomes so indistinguishable from your self-image that you believe it's you. It’s only when you see some patterns you get to know that… Continue reading What is Depression? How to look for its signs or solution?
Aaj shanti hai badi in chaar dewaro mein,par isme wo wali baat nahi..Jab khankate the bartan behisaab,wo besuri surili yaad nahi... Kapde to abh bhi istri hote hai,par inme wo wali baat nahi.Bhale hi ek do salwate reh jati thi,Par pyaar ki garmahat mein, no kami... Aaj pura kamra mera hai,par nahi lagta yeh sahi.Jab… Continue reading Wo Baat Nahi
An emotion expressed can be deceitful and sometimes conflicts with the general way of expressing it. A tear of Joy can be a thousand times stronger than a smile (and is never fake), whereas a Smile can be an upside-down umbrella to cover the depression or evilness inside.
I would like to start with some confessions: I bought it because it was a bestseller in the self-help genre and was on sale. It gained e-dust on my kindle shelf for 7 months. Uffff! Feeling so light after shedding those off my shoulder. I felt miserable for keeping such a wonderful book waiting for… Continue reading Book Review #2 – Tuesdays with Morrie
It's never the gift alone but the thought that goes behind it, and the love that goes with it which make it special for the receiver. That's why I write long birthday posts for my close friends and relatives. Because that's the best I could gift them: my time, my words and our memories. So,… Continue reading The Art of Gifting
It’s very essential to let bygones be bygones but sometimes the approach is different.
Sometimes you have to destroy, sometimes you have to preserve.
Today, I am going to write about the 2 words we hear almost after every tragedy in our lives,”MOVE ON”.
Is it really that simple?
Or, is it just a way to console yourself that future would be better?
Or, just like those things which are easy to say but very hard to implement?
I don’t know how many times I have said it to others, but I do remember how hard it was for me, TO SAY THEM TO MYSELF.
Saying to others is sometimes just showing sympathy; as u really care for that person. However, when you are the patient it’s a lot harder. Emotions always come in between. You know what’s right for you, but still…
It’s kind of funny and weird but that’s what life sometimes becomes, a tricky game where you know how to play but still couldn’t play that way.
The second main thing…
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Happy World Music Day to Everybody 🙂
What is life without Music?
I don’t know. All I can say is that I am grateful that I met her, and fell in love with her.
But it took me some time to feel her inside me.
As just like intercourse, you have to be naked to embrace someone fully —embracing the other person’s vulnerability and being vulnerable yourself.
You have to open your heart out and let her stay there to decorate it in accordance with your understanding; in accordance with your love.
And then, from physical interactions, it transcends to a spiritual bonding which results in a cosmic dance and spreads happiness and harmony everywhere.
Such was the case when I had learnt how to play the Guitar and composed something on my own.
Those 3 minutes truly made its home inside my heart. And since then, just like an old wine, the taste is only getting…
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