It takes five to make a living, take classes or take care of the family and the last two (or are they the first?!), to end the week.
What do you search for every waking hour? What do you dream of every night? Is there a connection between the real and the make believe? The reality is all that you see, breathe, touch and feel. Then what of how you think, and ‘feel’?
Is the pain of a heart break any less than one from a broken toe?
Dreams may seem to be figments of your imagination, but they may be actual clues to what your mind, your brain is telling you when your eyes are wide shut what you don’t let it during the daytime.
Maybe we need to stop wondering what everyone says means or why and how we will make things work. Stop looking and searching outside for what is already within us. Reach out and channel our inner flame and light up the universe with it.
Walk up to yourself and embrace who you are and who may be or may not.
You know how it is.
Sometimes we plan a trip to one place,
but something takes us to another.
Terrify the canines, fascinate the feline and scintillate the feminine.
How does one phenomenon have a distinctly different affect on different souls?
Some love to feel the rain drops spattering their faces, their hair and the rest of their very being with such audacity, such abandon that they await each drop as it frees them of so much more.
Water is known for its purity, and how it can manage to take away all the sins, the filth, the grime that may have accumulated since you last weathered a storm or perhaps, even wantingly wandered into a cloud of dust, or even a haze you didn’t know you were heading for, but got engulfed within an instant of realization.
Water’s compromising trait is infamous.
It boils when simmered to an extent.
It freezes when cooled beyond a degree.
And it may even remain tranquil and sedentary, at peace with its state, surrounded by love, and an escape into the echelons of promise that this moment brings. Thinking not of how the morrow will alter, scathe or cherish it. Still. Constant. One with the universe.
The drops that are individually not worth much, but accumulated, a puddle, an inlet, a pond, a river, a sea and eventually a raging ocean that horrifies or the gateway to lands undiscovered.
Each glance, each word, each moment, each caress, each experience seems to be trivial, but the whole cascade of emotions is like a gift wrapped Pandora’s box.. You may get back what you didn’t know exist. You may not be aware of all the secrets the box could hold. The infinite and colossal pleasure and pain is added value to what the era holds for each of us..
Let the rain drench you like never before..and bask in the warmth of the sunshine as the clouds part on an even more gorgeous you.
“We’d never know how high we are till we are called to rise;
and then, if we are true to plan, our statures touch the sky.”
— Emily Dickinson
Travel brings something to one’s life, one’s being.
The scents, the colours that surround – suffocating you, exciting you, enticing you, a new feeling at each turn, at each bend.
I have had the feel of the hot desert winds slapping my veil across my face, the harsh cold December making my teeth chatter uncontrollably as I stood by pines, and each brought such exhilaration.
I pine for the outdoors, the tantalizing tastes, some tangy, some benign. I am a slave of good food. I crave delightful, exquisite continental, oriental, and everything in between, delicacies that melt like such sugary popsicles on your tongue, or sharp, red hot chilli peppers that blow your mind away!
One doesn’t always have wonderful experiences in one’s wanderlust ways. You tend to eat the wrong things, they may not agree with you; you take the wrong turn while searching for a certain something on the road that you have never taken before, ask the wrong, disgruntled local a question that he’s been asked one too many times. You end up wearing the wrong outfit for the social life of the locale.
Should you feel bad? Should you care? Should you blush?
Blushing, you can’t stop yourself from. For one who has stopped blushing, has lost the most attractive trait.
Life deals us cards that we must and could decipher upon being shown the little buggers only. We can’t always guess whether it will be a 6 of spades, a jack or an ace.
That’s the beauty of the game.
It’s the playing that teaches one. And sometimes leaves you wondering how and why you lost.
Perhaps you played by the rules. Perhaps you bend em a lil’.
Still you lost.
And if you won, you never question how. It’s what you deserved. You don’t doubt your underhanded ways. You just bask in the glory of the triumph. We end up hungover the next morning.
Should you care?
Absolutely! Once you stop caring, you stop living.
Give a damn. Once in a while. But not all the time. No one likes a worrywart. What’s all the worrying doing for you? Giving you wrinkles and gray hair. So just let go. Dance away at your favorite number in the middle of the floor. Don’t give a care to the stares that follow your amateur moves. They haven’t experienced what you have. They know not what you do.
That you Love yourself. Like no one else does.
That you have won and lost at so much. Which they have, too.
That you are gonna get back in the saddle tomorrow. Just like them.
“Today was good. Today was fun. Tomorrow is another one!” — Dr. Suess
Gimme rain over shine any day!
When it rains, it pours.. and I mean that in the literal sense here! I love the rain and storms and lighting and thunder and any and everything rainy! What is it about rain that is so attractive for the people in the east? The western hemisphere can’t stand rain, grey and dreary, cloudy days. They prefer the hot, scorching sun and its tanning properties. The beach is their favorite hangout in the summer, while I would rather die than head for the beach during the sweltering summer June days. They lie in barely there gear and get burnt right,left and centre (pun intended).
Why do we love one and they love the other?
One can’t have too much of anything for long.
People love what they can’t and don’t have enough of.
We get blessed rarely by the heavenly showers from above and we have sun and heat all the time. The same goes for the colder hemisphere, they have a dearth of sunshiny-ness, and have ample thunderstorms and snow and drenchable days.
A diabetic can’t have sugary nothings, and he craves them.
A child isn’t allowed to have colas, and he sneaks them in whenever he can.
A mom doesn’t get much rest, and she longingly daydreams of days past when she could sleep in.
A teenager stares wistfully at the sans-pimple-faced supermodels on the covers of famous mags.
It’s what makes us dream, want, sin, try, enthuse, evolve.
Wanting and pining for what we don’t have anymore or never have had or would love to have some day.
It’s what makes us go. Drives us to bother again and again. Once the yearning has halted, you won’t care no more. You won’t wait or put in any efforts. You will be indifferent. And that is the greatest failure. To stop trying. To stop searching. Indifference will be the death of your soul and it’s purpose.
Failing isn’t a failure.
Failing to try again is.
Enjoy each moment, each day, and each instance that you are closer to the rain. And once it starts to rain, dance your heart out.