fortheSoul

 How beautiful is this word: RELY. To rely and to be able to be relied upon is one of the most wonderful feelings in this universe, I believe. We all love, but we are also scared of it, scared of how we may overburden someone with it, or be overburdened with someone’s love. To love means to let go, but to let go is tough, it is difficult to not expect and to just be. Isn’t it? At least I found it so, thinking how can I just let go of it all and be; and if I am mindful of it I am lost in the calculations of the same. Calculations are a spiral, aren’t they? Is this enough, or maybe too much, I hope it isn’t too soon, or maybe I am taking time and what not. It is a never-ending debate in the mind, a conversation with no conclusion and more importantly such a draining one. So how am I supposed to love and be there in that bliss is what I always asked myself. I am a giver, but to categorize and give in proportions makes me lose myself. How can I love and not lose myself? How...

  PC: Erkin Yılmaz When times were tough, I always stood waiting for it to pass. Through all storms I prayed for the light to come, for the rain to go away. So did I pray when there was pain, for the suffering to end, for the misery to end. I wished no harm, but just prayed for it to pass, for light to shine and for the ache to end. It took a while, but each time it did end, in its own form and time, but it did end. Once the calm was back, once the suffering had ended, I felt empty for a while. It was definitely what I prayed for, but the light also brought along the silence. It felt different, it felt strange to feel light and also to deal with freedom. I prayed for her pain to go away, I wished for her nights to be peaceful, I wished for her to smile again. Oh! I just for my grandma to feel whole again. Today, I see her chair empty, my heart aches to see this emptiness. It’s a big puzzle, my mind doesn’t know how to process this absence, but then again, the ...

  Like a wall, you stood there strong and tall for me always. Like a tree, you gave me shelter and protection always. It is strange that none of us like to say it out loud, but dad you are the love of my life. In our silences, we have shown our love, in our smiles we have shown our joy. I’m grateful, there are bits of me that are like you, I’m grateful that in some ways I carry you. I am you, in ways I already know of and so many that I am not aware of, what a beautiful bond. Thank you, dad, for letting me tumble, letting me fall and letting me know that I need to carve my path with you alongside. P.C. Soosh You are my lighthouse dad, always standing tall and looking out for me, No matter how bad the storm is, no matter how strong the winds are, no matter what, you’ve been there. Words can’t describe what we share and what we’ve built, but all I can tell you today is: Let us share the love through our silences, let us show the care though our actions and now, ...

 I locked myself away from all the screens, all the music, all the support and light, I sat down in the quite corner in my home, in silence and stared at a photograph from my childhood. Time kept passing by, but I didn’t waiver, I kept on staring. Trying to remember each detail, trying to go back to the little me. I was trying so hard, and for so many times until now, that I really wanted for it to work this time.   I really wanted to remember each detail about the little me, about how she looked and smiled, Because I really wanted to be able to see her when I close my eyes. I wanted to be able to visualize her. I wanted to see her in front of me when I close my eyes.   And blessed was I, because that someday was today, yes, I succeeded, I met her, I could see her today. This tiny little human stood in front of me, smiling, unaware all the reality rushing towards her. Unaware of all the not so big things, that will take her away from all her little joys....

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...