fortheSoul

  At times when I am anxious, feeling jittery I think of you. I think of you, you who is not yet here, you who hasn’t yet walked into my life, and you who might not walk into my life, who knows. I’m not disheartened or upset by the fact, rather this thought is so powerful that I feel whole!   I think of you, you who I lean upon, you who I unconditionally love. On a hot summer day, you are like the cool breeze that hits me, brings me right back and makes me feel home. You are my shelter, even though I am my home. You are my pillar, whereas I am my foundation. How glued are we together, but still how beautifully can we drift!   I know in me is you, and that bit of you is what I’ll carry to my grave and beyond. To my grave and beyond, I promise shall you go with me, and so many more bits of you’ll.   Bits of the stranger who smiled at me that afternoon, the bits of my mother waking me up for school, the bits of my grandma plating the pudding fo...

Lying down under the majestic green soul,  gently being touched by the breeze and tickled by the grass beneath, I look above. I look above at the blue sky, peeping sunlight, passing clouds,  chirping birds and all the mesmerizing shades of life around me. The green of gardens, the blue of oceans, the yellow of sunlight,  the silver of clouds, the white of satin, the red of lips and the black,  the brown and the fair of skin.   Isn't it magical, maybe like a warm-ecstatic spell?   Does it not make you strive blissfully?  Does it not make you feel the beauty in variance?  Does it not make you dance with joy or fall in love? Shades are the glitter, the sparkle and the cherry to life.  Otherwise its all black and white, maybe grey! Look around, feel the vibrance, feel the smell, feel the touch,  feel the warmth, feel the love..  Embrace it all. Brown eyes or bruised eyes, red lips or torn lips..  A golden heart and the rainbow of l...

 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....

 Every sunrise brings new hope, a new chance to start over, a new beginning. We all are bound in our lives to our habits or patterns or old spirals, we often want to start afresh, but are pulled back. It is only natural, this was how life was, this was how your body and mind functioned, this is what each cell of your body knew. New starts are a great chance, all of it have it at our choice but we need to agree that it is tough. It is a hurdle that we need to fight and win over. Don’t get disheartened when your old habit finds its way in, it will take time for it all to fade away. The day you make you mind up is just the first step, but for each cell to now align to this needs time. For this new you to be born, patience and perseverance is what is needed. Whether it be 21 days or 50 days, it is your will to show up everyday and constantly fight the old patterns and build the new that makes the difference. Give yourself time, be patient with yourself, be kind to yourself and ...

There are thoughts that come and go, you think of many things right, you might have picked them up from something you saw today or heard someone say or read it in a book or so many more such instances. Then there are thoughts instilled by society, thoughts that are running through you since generations, so deep and rooted that they never seem to leave. Or at times they are so deep rooted that it becomes quite difficult to even notice their presence. One such thought I always struggled with was that of – “You don’t have enough time, enough time to achieve, to love, to travel and what not!” Yes, I am pro for - Carpe diem, yes seize the moment, yes live as if it is your last day – but don’t rush. Don’t rush through it all, through the bucket list or to do’s or simply your wants.    Don’t sprint on the sidewalks, enjoy them. Don’t tap your foot when on the metro, don’t stare at the clock for the time to pass. Don’t do that! These are all moments that are happening to you in your “...

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 ...

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...