I Miss Her..

It’s been months now. To have seen her. Feel her. Hug her. Kiss her.

Life is testing us since half a year. She has been at the receiving end. With her severe backache, she is at her home taking the treatment and I am looking for a job. Thanks to scarcity of funds, we can’t meet. We are in debt too. We just took risks with the last project we did. Nothing’s wrong with that. That is important for growth. Without risks, we are dead souls. Yet, this risk got us into trouble. We never knew it would take a toll on her health.

This is the time when she needs me more and the vice versa. Yet, we are far away from each other. In India, it feels like a continent to travel from southern part of the country to the west.

Yet, she hasn’t lost courage. She inspires me, often, to face it all with humility. That makes her adorable, just irresistible. She is a woman.

I miss her.

♥ ♥

When people avoid you

There are times when people avoid us. Even our closest of friends. For days, weeks. This doesn’t necessarily mean they are busy. If they were, they would respond, at least, assuring to talk later. They don’t do that. They simply don’t answer our calls or messages.

Not because they don’t have time, but because we ain’t their priority. 

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One Night In Summer

Originally posted on Fish Of Gold:

She was lying on something uncomfortable. Without opening her eyes, she reached beneath her and pulled out a large stick. She’d never been any good at waking up. It took a long time for the neurons to fire properly. Like a classic pickup truck in winter, you had to let her idle for a while before putting her in drive.

The sleepy neurons fired just enough to trickle a lazy question into her consciousness–why was there a stick in her bed?

She opened her eyes and saw a canopy of trees and a billion stars. She quickly closed them again since that’s not at all what her bedroom ceiling should look like.

Image by by Peter McCarthy from forum.el-wlid.com

Image by Peter McCarthy from forum.el-wlid.com

Just what is going on here?

The thought was interrupted by the sound of footsteps off to the right. Her heart beat faster. They were some fifteen feet away and getting closer…

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To the followers of this blog

Dear Followers,

How are you?

I love you all. Whoever you are, wherever you are – accept my deep gratitude to you.

Thank you for walking with me. This journey has more meaning now.

I thank WordPress for the beautiful opportunity created through this blog forum to make friends from around the world. To express ourselves and share our life stories in the way we want and know each other more. This closes the gap of our cultural differences. We come to know that we are all the same all around the world.

Do tell me here how do you feel today. It is really beautiful to have friends from distant lands. Let’s share more. Heal more. Live more. With every passing day, we are walking towards our end. Life is short. Let’s live our today.

Endless Love.

Sensiblesand

When we are broken..

What do we do when are completely broken?

We all cry. We should. In India, there’s a quote for men,’Mard ko dard nahin hota’ – which means men can’t feel the pain. It is a conditioning jargon to build the men stronger mentally. The boys when they cry in the childhood are subjected to scrutiny by their families and friends alike. And they grow up suppressing emotional outburst or crying in the corners of the room when alone. Because they will be deemed weak if found weeping. Now that act is reserved for only women which is really pathetic.

But I don’t care if people tell me I am behaving like a women. I cry till I can. Because that’s purely a biological process of our body. Because it is important to express ourself completely in this form which helps us calm down. Suppressing is never an option.

It’s true that it gets really terrible at times when we face challenges. They feel like larger than life. They dominate us so hard and sort of break us from within. Nothing wrong with that too. From chaos comes order. Let that heart say it loud for how it feels. Only then there can be a possibilty of true healing process.

When we are broken, the most significant aspect is that we must slowly get ourselves back in order. To have the courage to believe in ourselves. Forgive ourselves and the world. Learn the lesson. Collect the broken pieces one by one. Sew them again, with love for oursleves, our partner(s) and the world.

This time, more stronger than before.

Pain

Pain is powerful. Great pain have great power. Our souls may get hurt deeply. Even there are times that we feel like dying.

At times, life sets you free, but it tests you too. If you are a rebel, it tests you more. Much more than ordinary. It can break you from within. Completely. Without any use of sword or bullet, pain can devastate you completely.

But perhaps pain is your friend. You may be broken, but thank the pain to have come to you. Because from chaos comes order, from pain comes reality, clarity and possibilty.

Take your time to heal yourself. That shattering pain is there for a reason.