The only time he didn’t cringe on being called names was when her voice whispered,
“You’re my devil.”
Free Writings
A Keeper…
A person who’s definition is quite different than that in a dictionary. Someone who is close to you while being far away. Who looks at you and be a reason for your smile, harboring the purest feelings for you. Someone who doesn’t announce the affection to the world but only to you, makes you feel special in their own way when you’re rejected by the world, who is aware of your little needs and even the reasons of your annoyance, who notices the teeniest change in your tone and go crazy until you be back to normal, who’s priority list never gets amended because of you, who sits and willingly listen to your day’s crap & voluntarily share their energies to cure your grouchiness, who’s care you witness through actions and not just words. That person is a keeper. Keep them close no matter what. Don’t let go of that hand. A keeper can be found in your family, or friend or a partner. Keep those close to your hearts. Give them their due credit. They are irreplaceable.
Soul’s Crucification : Beware
The act of crucifying or execution of {it}- the Soul.
Can you even count the number of times you have crufied your own soul for over little things.
Was ill-treating your soul on THAT night, a good idea? Rather than taking a necessary catnap.
The painful suffering you let it go through because you couldn’t silence your mind.
Harassing it over and over again because the other person made you feel so low about yourself just because you expected them to stand by you in the hour of need since for them you were their backbone.
The excruciating pain it went through seeing you in denial when you hoped that you are as important to them as you thought yourselves to be.
Those endless torment sessions where your chest was about to burst out, those nauseous smiles you had to give to pretend you were OKAY, do you know how brutally it crucified your soul everytime…
Inadvertently criticizing it to the limit where you completely changed yourself. Some for good, some for bad but it DID change you.
Those elements were basically scourge on your soul.
These times do come and will always come but Beware, not to give in, not to put yourself in self-doubt, not your soul to be martyred at someone else’s mercy.
YOU have to come out of it, beautiful & strong than ever.
My little hideout nook
The more time I’m spending on blog, the more I feel like sharing little things with my blogger family.
So for today, Commandments from Senior authorities came to clear up space because apparently my these little babies taking too much of it. (really?).
So this was just one corner, have 3 more like these + 1k books in my computer as e-books categorized as per Author’s name which further has been sorted alphabetically + 300 books on my Kindle currently and yet I’m greedy for more.
Like any other avid reader I wish to have my own library so that my all hard bounds are at one place, smiling gaily at me. ? But then there are some orders from your Mother which you just can’t defy. Well, according to her I have to give up some of these because I keep on adding more and more to my hungry shelves ? She perfectly understands my fetish for my casebound friends, so she knows its never going to happen and soon she will be helpless in front of my insatiable appetite.
This is a tradition which is being followed every year. I’m asked rather demanded to clean up all the shelves and with that she means -if you have read the book don’t keep it with you anymore. With that setup in my mind I start my Sunday morning checking each and every book that I have read thinking that this time I will surely take out few so that I can add more to my collection.
The moment my hand touches the first book I reminisce about the time I touched that book for the first time. And It was ‘Pride and Prejudice’ by ‘Jane Austen’. I mean I ask all of you -How on Earth can someone ever get rid of this book?? How?? I mean this was my life’s first romantic novel. Before that I used to read all the thriller and horror stuff & used to think I’ll never get accustomed to romantics. Unlike that notion this novel appeared in front of me and then stayed forever.
I hugged that book so hard and placed on the shelf as it was before. No, I can’t give up this one. Then comes the next, taking it in my hands reminds me of the hilarious events in the book. No not this either. With that, it starts ?
Okay! Next! “Ohh this was a gift. Gifts are not meant to be thrown away.”. Next – ” oh god! it had such great storyline, I might read it again”. Next- “This was the time when I deliberately cancelled on my friends to read it, hahaha lovely memory of this book, can’t give it away”. Next one “I havent read it. It was awarded as a prize to my brother with success motivation stories which of course he didn’t read & eventually landed on my lap. No ungrateful soul can throw away un-read books, can they?”
So, in the end I couldn’t find a single one to give away. Though it’s right to lend books to someone who enjoys reading too so that they would be in safe deserving hands. Seems like I become too selfish when it comes to books but this time I would really try to overcome that fear ?
If any one of you ever experienced the same thing, do share!
P.S. The light appearing at the rear is exactly what books give us- The Wisdom Aura ?
Have you??
Have you ever been excited about something so much, for too long that on the actual D-Day your anxiety added blues and pissed everyone off in the end??
Have a Gooood Night!
My little girl awoke me with a jerk in the middle of night. With blood spurting out of her feet, screaming, weeping she sobbed that some huge giant shadow hurt her with an axe.
Terrified I sprung out of my bed and ran towards the hallway only to realize that when did I ever had a kid.
I had always been living alone.
I want to be your HOME!
What is- Home??
A mere place where one resides,
four walls giving you shelter from an unpredictable weather,
few coordinates to dwell yourself in permanently
OR
a place filled with peace & serenity, where you forget the worries and find solace in its arms, the same spot which awaits your return no matter how many ungodly hours it takes.
Home is the private territory in this public world which you boldly & blatantly call your own.
I want to be your HOME.
When you are restless or in distress, feeling anxious or dejected I want you to come back HOME. When you want your soul to be at rest, your heart to feel peace
when you look for that little hope of tranquility in the struggle of appeasing people & their powerful minds, I know you miss home.
It is when you yearn for that strongest desire just to be loved no matter what or who you are.
I want to be the power driving that desire inside you.
You go the distance in search of better survival, to explore or to meet new people – offering them special place in your heart hoping to spend the life you wished but still somewhere, in the tiniest of your thoughts, you miss your HOME.
But that home awaits you patiently because No matter how far you go, no matter how happy or low you feel one always longs to come back home. It’s the only place where one belongs to.
For you when meet hardships or reach at loggerheads and see no path, you then think of that protected shield.
I want to be that shield for you.
There are times when our world gets disintegrated,…. dismantled. Avalanches of dreams, desires coming down and turning into dust.
The worse starts where our own brain starts playing tricks and seeks no one’s help. When we feel totally abandoned and our heart experiences worthless, insubstantial emptiness inside.
I want to take that emptiness to fill it with all warmth and tenderness which can ease your ache.
I want to be the one who can salve your pain.
Like a home, I wait patiently. Always wishing to hear your carefree laughter, the sound of which made my life feel happy &contended.
Amidst those suffering & turbulence in life one ray of hope is needed that can negate the pain afflicted, I want to be that ray of hope. I want to be the person you can call home.
I want to be your HOME!
Word of the Day
While scanning my phone nonchalantly, something caught my attention instantly.
It was word of the day.
busticate- to break into pieces.
Nothing special, the usual notification from another app.
But something in me stirred. I read word by word, slowly. Each syllable felt like it was calling out to something I don’t understand yet feel it.
To. Break. Into. Pieces.
I looked further for a sentence. I never myself knew how to use it properly.
It said “Elephants really busticate trees”.
And I said “Humans really busticate humans”.
What a perfect word to produce to save time of people when they want to say that they are broken into pieces. Or may be people who are broken end up finding unfamiliar inclination towards the phrase ‘broken into pieces’, with the outburst of indignation due to helplessness over the situation.
They are broken. Into pieces. And yet they have the confidence to rise again, love again, and be themselves again. Those are my favorite kind of people.
There was nothing special in the word I read today, however, it felt obligatory to pay respect to all those who went through it, suffered hard, and rose shining brighter than ever before.
Love you all.
And love yourself.
I don’t know if it’s correct or not still-
Don’t busticate because of anyone. You deserve much more.
What is Beauty?
What is a definition of Beauty?
A child , who according to the unparalleled standards & concocted perpetual thoughts of society is ugly, is the most beautiful infant to his own mother.
Then who has the ownership to be right?
The Society or the Mother??
Everyone has a different point of view of weighing beauty. And so should understand that inner beauty will always outrun the outside beauty.
This perishable body and it’s beauty will degrade with age while inner fairness will going to sustain.
This is a universal truth observed & known by many but understood & implemented only by few.
Humans themselves can’t analyze what they want from their lives, why they do things in a certain way then how can they understand the beauty of others and that’s why they take outer beauty as a reflection of inner one.
Apparently their thoughts are constricted to a limit and are not capable to comprehend it beyond that.
A butterfly never knew it looked way too plain in it’s growing years yet it traveled the journey without any resentment towards those established fairness class. That’s because no one told that little fellow that “you’re ugly in our society”. It completed the transformation with a refined dignity as it should be. There was a goal it had to reach to and attaining a beautiful exterior was never on the list.
People today are busy in keeping themselves pretty that they forgot their life has some purpose. Growing children and teenage are focusing on gaining attention through superficial looks rather concentrating on one’s goal, or the hard work which would make them stand apart, which apparently help them finding their own uniqueness.
Everybody says -Yes inner beauty is something you should look for, hearts are beautiful not the faces,
but exactly how many people keep these things in their minds and for how long?
They read, nod, agree, think for a little while and then forget. It’s true shining objects catches your attention instantly but is that it? Is there nothing else beyond that? I don’t think society will ever be free of this pretentious cage.
Beauty standards will keep on going higher but I just hope moral standards doesn’t lose the edge.
Trending Now
“I like you. You’re trendy”
“Really? Coz I’m Trendy?
Like a trend that people follow it blindly, love excessively, for suiting their fleeting taste they place it up in the sky for a short while and then one day abandon it recklessly for nothing
That trendy??”