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.



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!


Satiating Saturdays – Be Your Sunshine ✨

“Keep your face towards the sunshine and you will not see the shadows.”

We come across plenty of situations from time to time in our lives that tend to throw us off track. That tend to depress us. That tend to slow us down and make us think. That tend to break our hearts. That tend to make us feel defeated. That tend to force us to break down and cry. Plenty. Every day.

But, life, is meant to be a rollercoaster ride, ain’t it? I mean, there are highs. There are lows. There is stability. There are moments of peace. Moments of joy. Moments of contemplation. Moments of exhilaration. Moments of sorrow. Moments of satisfaction. And nothing ever stays the same. Everything keeps changing, in some form, at some time. 

So, why bow down for sympathy when grief hits us? Why let grief engulf our very being, our very existence? Every single soul goes through grief. Each has his own share of sorrow. Nobody is spared. But how we choose to deal with it makes us what we are, shapes us to who we want to become. The endless grumbling, complaining and lamenting ain’t going to take us anywhere. Being grumpy wouldn’t help us find a solution. The meaningless accusing and whining wouldn’t help us reach where we want to. But that is what most of us end up doing, everytime we find ourselves in an unpleasant situation.

Instead, let’s follow this. 

Discuss. Debate. Decide. The 3 magic words that’ll help us reach a better solution than all the mumbling would. Discuss and debate, not digress. Learn how people figure their way out. Broaden our options. And deal with our distress in dignity, because, seeking sympathy doesn’t always help.

Let’s try and be the go-getter. Let’s be the energy. Let’s be the positivity that’ll help us cruise through the worst, successfully. Let’s muster the courage from our success to deal with our failures. Let’s learn to take things in our stride and march ahead.

Let’s be the sunshine we look forward to, in somebody else. 


Love yourself…with your flaws ✨

Everyday I look in the mirror, at my tiny eyes, my humongous nose, my over sized front teeth and I cry. And then, I reminisce. I think of all the wrong I’ve done, all the mistakes I’ve knowingly and unknowingly committed and I drown myself in remorse and resentment. This is a routine for me, everyday. Every single day. Sometimes minimal, but on days when I’m low, to an extent that I’m reduced to tears. I’d fake amazing strength and attitude on the outside, but inside I’d be broken and brittle. I’d go into a shell and stay incognito, just keeping to myself all day long. I’d keep interaction to zilch but peep out once in a while just to check if the world’s still intact. 

I know there are so many others out there who go through the same emotions as mine. Who go into a state of depression and get all worked up. Who blame themselves for everything that goes wrong. 

To all of you out there, and to myself too, here’s what I’d like to instill, strongly :

The ultimate truth is this.

Beyond everything else, you are God’s creation. Every bit of God’s creation is always beautiful. And God has always got a plan for you, for all of us. Something good, like light at the end of a dark tunnel. 
There’s no damage in this world that’s irreparable. Spare yourself that resentment and see what you can do to set things right. There’s​ nothing in this world that can’t be cured, only realise what’s wrong in time. Every bad experience has taught you something​ you’d remember for life, has made you stronger and has helped you emerge a better person.
And, there’s no one in this world that’s perfect. Perfection is overrated, exaggerated. Perfection is fiction. Imperfection is beautiful, plausible. Imperfection is real. Imperfection is what makes us human. So learn to love yourself with your flaws, with your loss, with your past. Just remember to ditch that baggage you keep carrying in your head. 
Love yourself for who you are, for who you have been, for who you will be. There’s absolutely no one like you. You are every bit special with your flaws, incredible in ways you can’t even manifest. Be the best version of you, always, be your first priority when you need to be and love who you are, with your imperfections, unabashedly.

Cheers! 💝



Your insecurities, your fears,

Your secrets, your lies,

Your failings, your flaws,

Your misgivings, your loss,


Your goodness, your truth,

Your happiness, your faith,

Your trust, your hope,

Your love, your ability to cope…

Each day, be the best version of you,

Make your every dream come true!


Hang in there a bit more…

When nothing works your way,

And you can’t keep trouble at bay,

Just stay…

Unfazed by opinions and shadows grey,

Let, on your face, the smile play,

Just stay…

With your confidence, slay,

Trust your instincts to save the day,

For the best, hope and pray,

Whatever happens, never give up, just stay!

Elixir, not a drug!

I, very often, come across people who describe what they love, with a term that’s undeniably negative – a drug. 

The fact that you love something, probably a piece of music or art, means, it brings you immense happiness. And you just cannot describe something that positive, with such a negative term. 

The fact that you are alive to enjoy, appreciate and rejoice a beautiful creation is a blessing, not a curse – for it to be called a drug.

Something that has the goodness of an elixir cannot definitely be as incomprehensible as a drug.

Just saying.