Vulnerability 

Image by Larm Rmah

One of the things that disturb me the most is watching people take away other people’s right to freedom. Freedom to express themselves, freedom to just be.

I come across these posts on Facebook where people like you and me, the ordinary kind, judge other people based on how their opinions are shaped by their disabilities. And I find it so disgusting. Would any of us wear our flaws out in the open and then let people like us judge them for its impact on our speech?

We live in a world where people cannot come forward with their deficiencies. Where we cannot take bravery and mettle from the deprived. We have a self-engrossed concept of pain and the subsequent reaction to it. We will hide our own flaws behind the armour of our body, and boldly criticise those who live a life of vulnerability and no amount of armour can hide it for them. 

What we fail to realise is when God puts people through a grave trial, He empowers them with equal strength to carry its weight. 

And fact of the matter is those who don’t know how to be vulnerable, will never truly experience what real strength and liberation of embracing yourself are. 

So as long as your freedom is not hurting another being. Be free in mind, body, and heart. 

Jolly


The most jolly existence in this world is that of the wind. Maybe its attributable to its nomadic lifestyle. Always blowing, somewhat cocky, shaking everything on its way. Making its presence felt not by form but by impact. 

Carrying with it the scents of earth, and roses and dirt. 

Does it envy us? Does it dwell homes? Guess we’ll never know! 
envy you, dear winds!

Word prompt: Jolly

Ode to 2017: Part II- The Blessed Project

This is one of my favourite comics from 2017. Life is tough for everyone. Sharing it with the alike makes it worth living. A shoutout to everyone here.

The idea for the Blessed Project comes from Susie Lindua’s vivacious blog, Susie Lindau’s Wild Ride

Whats better than tidying up the most dynamic year of my life with a thread of gratitude. Before I begin and if anyone is interested, here’s a link to Part I, the ScarsHere I go, 

I am Home

I say, home is where there are people who will put up with your worst and who just won’t leave. 

To find peace and harmony in your home is one of the greatest blessings ever. One I’ve been bestowed with, and one I will not let go for the rest of my life. 

Writing

I took up writing merely to appease a heart in turmoil. This blog is my heart inside out. And what it has returned me is love, acceptance and the miracle of sharing. I consider this a huge compensation from the Divine for all the upheaval, and its worth it.


Incredible Parents

 I haven’t been the most easy child to be dealt with. For one, I’m different. They don’t know how to console me, on most days I don’t know that myself. But they’ve stayed. 

My mother is a woman of incredible strength and grace. How has she been able to wear her gorgeous smile all these years, through light and dark is beyond me. She is angelic.

My dad is a tough man. But he doesn’t give up. One of the reasons I haven’t given up on my life, was because he was standing beside me, despite our differences not letting me give up. I don’t know if I will reach somewhere or not, but I have learnt the art to carry on from these two incredible folks. 

Thank you God.

A Beautiful Life

There are a million other things I’m thankful for, but I will sum it as a Beautiful Life. A life filled with amazing friends, privileges and comfort, and a soul. All my down days have left me with a heart that knows how to acknowledge beauty, and the source of all beauty is God.

I learnt to fly by first learning to walk

I flew in shards to find myself whole in block

I lost myself to find the God


Adios 2017! 🎊


Try

Image by Parth Vyas

We all want to be understood. At some point, and I hope not perpetually, we’ve all felt the pain of being misunderstood. But none of us want to be the pioneer in this process of understanding each other.

To understand despite being misunderstood takes courage and returns peace. The peace we all felt being robbed off after a conflict. The peace we’re willing to travel miles to find. That inner peace is nowhere else to look for, it lies right in the heart of the conflict, but we’re too blinded by our own egos to realise that. 

We’ve all already tried repelling, walking away from our conflicts, and we’ve lost a part of ourselves in the process. Perhaps, now is the time to understand that either of us can be the first one to break this chain. We can be the first one to comply, atleast try, like they say how do you know you don’t like it if you don’t even try? Maybe we don’t hate it that much, maybe, and quite unexpectedly, it takes us a step closer to our desires. 

There is no such happiness that takes away the peace of another person. And anyone of us can be the first one to realise that. There is nothing saintly about it, it’s just being human. 

Image by Les Anderson

Word Prompt: Saintly 

Anchors

I dedicate this post on my birthday to my friends and family, those of them who choose to stick around and help me be myself!

My bff and I have this dream to sit under a sky one night and gaze at the stars and talk for endless hours

My bff has been managing to come over to my house for a birthday surprise for past 7 years despite her exhausting job routine.

Every year my parents and sibling sneak out of the house to come back with flowers and gifts.

My fuel

These little thoughts behind big gestures define me and my definition of love. 

My bff and I made ourselves cosy in bed, kept food all around us and watched a movie. It was one of my favourite birthdays ever. The movie ended up with the thoughts: To be in love is to be yourself. I love you because when I’m with you, I’m more myself than I’m with anybody else.

When we grow up in such love, we become enthusiasts to reflect the same love from the people of the world. We dedicate a major chunk of our lives to this quest. The journey of growing up for me has partly been returning to my roots. I’ve settled down with my anchors, my folks who let me be me and hold me to myself. 

I’ll always love you. I don’t think I can be more me with anybody but when I’m with you guys.

Thank you.

We’re teaching my niece to call me phoo, which is a short form of phuppo meaning aunt.

Daily Dose of Inspiration – Gratitude

Open to gratitude and gladness. Explore what these experiences are like, and keep them going. Gently help them become as rich and intense as possible, filling your whole body. Open to related feelings such as joy, ease, or fulfillment. Embody gratitude and gladness by smiling, bouncing up and down in delight, softening your face, or reaching your arms out to the world.

via Daily Dose of Inspiration – Gratitude

Risky

Image credits: H Heyerlein 

Happiness is risky. Light is intimidating. There’s always risk of being sent back to your comfort zone. The pit, you once called home. Darker, more engulfing with each blow. How miserably you crawled out of it. All for what?

And yet I’d say its worth it. Even if happiness is an illusion. For the split second that it exists, and your heart is illuminated and free, it is worth it.

 

Daily Prompt: Risky