fortheSoul

The ocean breeze, the slightly warm sand, the gushing waves and the longing, my longing, walked together that night. A lonely walk with myself, on a night when the stars chose to shine brightly, on a night where my soul held my mind, so fragile and so lost. Seeking to be seen, to be held and to be loved. It was the need for love and care and maybe a little desire, that rushed within me. I wanted this for me too, I wanted this from someone else, it felt like on that night I needed it from someone else. So bad, that all that I had within me turned into sorrow, into grief and into pain. We often tend to search for love around us, or at least on that night I did.  I believed to feel what I wanted, I had to get it from someone. Not me but someone. What I forgot that night was that love is an emotion, an emotion so powerful that it can break barriers, move mountains and melt the world away. It can make time stop, make everything stand still and yet feel like a warm breeze on ...

Cr: SOOSH How wonderfully have we been growing through life. Maybe you noticed it or maybe you didn’t, but you are growing through life. There is no other way, how can you live a day and not grow? Does that make sense, not to me at least. Let me tell you a little about how I realised that even though we are all growing, how different it is for each one of us and what made me look at it all differently. I was sitting on the sofa, with my coffee and trying to have the best of time while sipping it listening to my favourite song. My father while walking across rooms, trying to find his glasses or maybe was on call, I don’t exactly remember. Song after song, from my most cherished playlist kept playing and I was humming along, sipping coffee and to put it simply, was in heaven! An hour later, my father sat next to me and we talked about the coffee, how strong it was and how I loved it, just like him. And that is when, the playlist ended and he said to me – “The kind of music yo...

My grandmother's granddaughter, My father’s daughter, My mother’s child, My sister’s partner, My best friend’s bestie, And a stranger to a stranger, I am so many, I am me.   You are more than what you think my love. Yes, you are the Hero of your story, but you also play so many roles in that of others. We walk through so many lives unnoticed and unaware, isn’t it magical? You made someone’s day, inspired someone to be or do something more, you made someone laugh, you motivated someone, you did so much, my love. You don’t know all of this, but trust me you did effect lives. We are all in a journey trying to make it home, trying to do our best and most importantly we are all trying to reach the end. It might be a different struggle you go through, but all of us are in the same hustle. On a day when you feel like giving up or you feel like no one is there next to you, I hope you remember whatever little you did or how you helped someone is pushing them to go on...

Home, what a beautiful word. The word itself radiates warmth; makes you feel like spring is around the corner. It makes you feel as if it’s time to let go of all that worries you and just bloom. Just be. It’s a safe haven, where we can be our truest version, without any judgements or stares or doubt. No filters and no burden to fit in or be good enough. Every house isn’t a home, of course there is food, shelter and clothes in both but love is what makes the difference. Love, now that’s a tough one, or maybe not, I still wonder. For me, home and love are both the same, a sense of warmth. Close your eyes, imagine yourself with a cup of coffee, a blanket wrapped around you and right then the cold breeze that gently touches you with the sun shining brightly above. The feeling is of warmth; that is how a house should feel when there is love – that’s a Home! I’m not talking about your lover or soulmate when I talk of love, rather I am purely talking of the sense of warmth. When...