This one’s for you ❤

This one’s for you – for each of you who –
Stand by me when life is all awry and askew,

This one’s for holding me together when I’m lost and crumbling,
For those silent nudges, and the pats on the back that keep me going,

For putting up with my incessant bawling, for seeing through my farce,
For lending me an ear, for owning me – with my flaws,

For spiffing my insecurities out before they seep through my veins and buckle me down,
For not letting me fall apart during moments of inexplicable self doubt – this one’s for simply bothering to stay around.

For times good, bad and rotten,
For words, occasions and memories that’d be cherished and forgotten –

Happy Valentine’s to you,
You make every day worth looking forward to.

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Nostalgia

I was in Odyssey, Chennai this morning, snuggled happily between the pages of a book – when a little kid, probably 10 or 11 years old zoomed past me squealing “Where do I find Harry Potter?”.
I looked up at him and found myself instinctively, leading him to the book. I found myself unabashedly watching the awe on his face as he delved into it’s story sitting next to me. I found myself happily relishing the delight of his smile as he discovered that realm of reality I’ve forever been in love with. And, in those few magical moments I found myself going back in time, reliving the joy I experienced when I first got my hands on this magnificent, magnificent treasure that’s grown to become an inseparable part of my world.

Some joys certainly, are unparalleled. Ain’t they?

Story of my life!

I had had a really long day and all I wanted to was, hit the sack. So sympathising with my tired eyes for having subjected it to hours of incandescent radiation from the mobile screen, I took off my glasses, when I caught sight of a lone strand of white hair on my head peeking out from behind the stiff black locks. And then, all hell broke loose. I began tugging at it in an attempt to see the last of it – when my mother caught me in the act. What followed was an hour long sermon (on how if I pull this one strand out, a hundred more will take its place), stern reprimands (for the rustic state of my hair.) and my incessant bawling (Because I clearly couldn’t stand the shock).
As I googled for remedies that might help put me out of my misery, I carefully tucked the reason for it beneath the still, seemingly dark mane, in a belligerent attempt to shield my age along with the other insecurities that threatened to oust my reality.

Cheers!

Of shooting stars and fairy dust ✨

She wakes up to her heart seeking rainbows and sunshine,
Searching the skies, amidst clouds, for a ray of hope to bask into the soul benign,

She wakes up to her brain chock-a-block with anxiety, with answers none but questions crystalline,
With dreams of fairy dust, of stars, of success, of impeccable shine,

She relentlessly pushes boundaries, desperately marches ahead –

To carve her own path to tread,
To prove to the world her stand, the strength of her spine,
To pursue what matters to her, no matter how infinitesimally bovine,
To compete with the world, to give herself an identity,
To break all chains and become who she wants to be,
To impress the wayfarer, the belligerently unknown,
To make up for everything that she wants to atone,

Disappointed, she returns, as twilight strikes,
Yet, with experiences enough to help her realise –
The regret, the failures, the fears, the flaws,
The light, the silence, the mess, the farce –

They haven’t let her down, they are the reason she steps forward to try,
They give her the strength to flap her wings, they propel her to fly high!

Cheers!

Are we asking for too much?

I have been meaning to write this for the longest time now but found the time and the temperament today, so here goes.
We ain’t ambitious to ask for Gender Equality and Women empowerment in the society we live in. In a society where the women are catcalled no matter what their attire is. In a society where the boy and his family find it difficult to accept a girl who is more educated. In a society where it pricks the husband’s ego if his wife earns more than him. In a society where the husband decides how and on whom his wife must spend her income. In a society where the woman isn’t entitled to an opinion; In a society which isn’t accepting enough for her to put forth her thoughts, her differences, her arguments, and her NO – because guess what, if she does she is either scarred for life or stabbed to death. 
We live in a society where the girl’s parents bear the expenses for a marriage both the families partake, give dowry (yes, the practice sadly still exists), sell their heart and soul to satisfy the guy’s family with the hope that their daughter is happy there. We live in a society we don’t bat an eyelid before blaming the woman, and this has been the practice since eons (Draupadi is even today touted to be the cause of the war).
In all probability, we can bring in change in such a society, if and only if we broaden our mindsets to – 

Treat kids of both the genders the same way. Educate and empower them both equally. Teach them both how to cook, wash, sweep and sew. 

Make them both strong and independent and capable. Help them understand that no job is too menial or too high for anybody, be it a man or a woman. Remove patriarchy at its very roots. Instill in them that both of them are equal by birth and neither, in any form, is superior to the other. Give them both, the freedom, the wisdom and the choice to choose, so they grow up to be each other’s support and strength and, above all, learn to respect each other. Stop giving the men in your family the sense of superiority, the space for authority and begin to be inclusive.
Because at the end of the day, man and woman, they are meant to go hand in hand, as equals. 
Cheers!

Happy Diwali! ❤

A very happy Diwali to all of you out there. May this Diwali bring lots of happiness, success, peace and prosperity.

And I take this opportunity to present to you a YouTube video where I talk about Superstitions and the need to follow your heart, and pursue your passion. Do check it out and lemme know what you think, because, it’s absolutely relatable to all of us and it’s something each of us have gone through

P.S. I’m a bit worked up and my pace is too fast. There’s noise in the background too. But don’t give up on me yet, will you?

Love

Nostalgia – memories of a lifetime ❤

No matter how much things change, no matter how many new things come up, no matter how much the world we live in modernises, what we grew up with, will always remain super close to our hearts. They’ll always have a special place in our lives, a place that’s irreplaceable. 

Because, this feeling is something that each of us can relate to, because I feel so innately nostalgic about it, here’s me sharing a post about one of my favourite places in the city I live. Do read it and share your thoughts, similar memories and experiences. I’m looking forward to read each of yours.

Read it here 👉 Nostalgia – my city, my home.