I’ve sat with my laptop this past week hoping to write something effective and strong. Something that would make you think and introspect. I’ve written drafts and rewritten them. But on a whim I deleted all of it and I’m just going to let this post be what my heart has been feeling and what I want to say. While I’ve been busy and the days have passed me by without a single post going up, I haven’t forgotten that it’s the season to be merry.
Accept yourself and love yourself. Accept your mistakes, and move on. Don’t let anyone hold you back from who you are, and most of all don’t let your friends hold you back from who you want to be. Yes I did say friends and I have strong reason for this. But we’ll get to that in a bit.
Have you ever noticed how the last quarter tube of toothpaste lasts you longer than the other three fourths? (Actually it isn’t even the last quarter it is the last bit that keeps your teeth healthy for weeks). Or how the final bite of a sinfully delicious and scrumptious chocolate cake is savored twenty times more than the twenty bites taken in the middle? Or the last drop of oil/ cream/ shampoo is patiently waited for while on the first day we invariably use more than required and end up wasting it.
When you care about something/someone a lot it is always difficult to put that thought into words. Ditu aunty is one such person who I’ve grown to admire and fallen absolutely in love with. She’s got the most gorgeous smile and the warmest heart.
This is a special piece written by a very dear friend who is always observing everyday things and expressing her thoughts through words. This article made me smile and made me realise how lucky we all are to be experiencing the magic of life.
This year has been about trying out something new. Maybe hating it, but maybe just maybe falling in love with it.
Staying calm in ruffled situations is a test.
It’s effects are great and the results are always positive but the act of staying calm is never easy, especially when you’ve had no practice at all.
“There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.” – Sarah Dessen
A couple of days ago when my friend asked me to write something for her blog, my initial reaction was excitement. As I started writing I realized, I am passionate about writing, but I am not a writer! I was experiencing something akin to a ‘writers block’. Should I pen down something about my past experiences, hopefulness of the future, places seen and travelled etc. A mirage of thoughts rushed through my mind but I just couldn’t focus.