Love me, love me not.

When love is in your head but not in your life, or in your life but not in your head. 

Why does love have to be so complicated? Is it underestimated or overrated? Do we really understand love? Is it a sin to talk about love at my age; is there any age for it? 

Love is a beautiful gift, packed in a box with layers of beautiful wrappers, ribbons and glitters, and we open it like a small amused child filled with excitement; amazed with every layer of glittering wrapper, adrenaline rushing through with every torn wrapper, to see what would be inside the box and alas, we feel disappointed to find nothing but an empty ordinary box.

Either we fail to understand love or expect too much out of it, or maybe we over-think about it. The meaning or intensity of love changes with different relationships. Love with parents, children, friends or your pets, I think it stays there in the bottom of your heart, lays low at times but never goes away. 

But the love between two lovers or husband and wife is complicated. Very passionate and equally fragile. You completely put your trust in it, yet doubts lingers around. Sometimes you want to breathe every single breath together and other times you seek space. The conflict of, whether or whether not, or may be – may be not is endless.

Why does a beautiful couple fight even though it kills them inside? Even when they are on same page they fight, these fights make them go through guilt, regret, hell…and what not.

And what about the urge to be with someone better, well this sometimes makes me laugh. What is that better, one seeks?

Sometime I wonder, why this particular relationship is so hot, to be broken by one hit.

 The reason could be that there is a choice to breakup, to leave or to quit. What if this choice is granted on all relationships, just thinking of it gives me chills, it would be chaos, everybody quitting on everyone, be it parents or children, uncle’s, cousins or even pets.

No two people think same, there is no point looking for something better because it could be an endless search. (Of course if it is a hopelessly pathetic situation, one needs to get out) You will meet thousands of people yet you will never be satisfied. 

Don’t rush, enjoy every single moment of unwrapping the gift, I am sure there is more than just glitter on it.

Above said things are just my thoughts, 

I am no expert in this business of love. It’s just that I love LOVE. 

And I am still learning.
“प्यार को प्यार ही रहने दो कोई नाम ना दो” 

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a blink of an eye.

Life is a journey itself,

Endless travel from birth to death.

Journey of heart from love to heartbreaks,

How we fall and rise and want to fall again.

Journey of our body from being young toned, vivacious to fragile, old, debilitated.

Journey of knowing and seeing so much yet yearning to see more.

Journey of our changing perspective and vision.

These journeys are our memories for eternity.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/journey/Daily post: #Journey

Cowardice.

This is my take on cowardice WordPress prompt challenge.


They said she was a coward,  couldn’t face life and it’s harsh reality.

All night I kept thinking, was she really a coward?

We all go through emotional,  physical or financial breakdowns. 

We survive because we can’t dump the hope of having a better future, because we love life and its possibilities when this tough phase is over.

It takes a whole lot of strength for a mother to leave her children, in the pity of others. Leaving all her dreams unfulfilled. She was not a coward, she gathered strength to take her last toughest decision.

People around her were the real cowards, people who claimed they loved her were coward.

Coward is to ignore people suffering in front of us and not being empathetic, coward is NOT being patient with people suffering mental illness and feeling alone. 

It is our failure and COWARDICE to not hold their hand and pull them out of the whirlwind of darkness. 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/cowardice/

Desert, my dessert.

​I am a hopeless romantic. No matter how barren, lonely or dry a desert is I will always find it romantic. 

Well, the reason could be movies,  especially the Bollywood movies and their romantic songs. Or my infatuation with Jaisalmer . Every time I think of desert, I think of Jaisalmer. No, I have never been there but the romantic soul inside me craves to be there.

I always wonder why all the dry  places be it Ladakh, Rajasthan, Gujarat have a very colourful culture and equally colourful attire.

 A night in the desert, I can make love to sand and play with night, all night. Feeling sand with your naked  hands and feet, letting them cover you and when some just stick to you, it is love. When you walk on desert and your feet sinks in every time you put it down and it seems like it holds you tight every time you pull out.

 Desert gives a feeling of longing. Who will understand love more, if not a lonely person. Desert being there for so long all alone, burns out all day and cools off every night. 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/desert/

Feed me love!

​Lately I have been reading and listening a lot about how to raise children? They seem to be quite a help, at first but can we really decode children, especially teenagers?

Of course that doesn’t mean that we should stop making amends or not seek a different approach. We will keep looking for ways to come close to them and they will hop and jump on some other side.

It’s a game of thief-police or a tom and jerry chase. But please don’t be alarmed with that. If you think they are drifting apart from you, then you are wrong, they aren’t. 

All children love their parents just like we love them. It’s our fear of losing them or fear that they might get into trouble. Our little puppies can sense our insecurities and fears, so they choose to run away a little.

I am a mother of a teenage girl myself, I am also learning to understand and deal things between us. Trust me, I have had a motherload of insecurities. But now I have learned to take few steps back, because I don’t want to suffocate her, though I keep teaching her about everything. The only thing that matters for me is her happiness, but her happiness should come with some responsibility. And she should know that I will always be there no matter what, and she should not be vain in her actions.

I always say that, five different patients with a stomach ache can’t be treated by the same medicine. Same is with our children, all are different and each kid needs a different approach. So don’t make a mistake by handling your child the way your dear friend has handled her.

Know and understand your child first, each child is born with their own peculiar habit or mind set, even twins aren’t the same. Let them speak more, be a listener, even if your mind is about to burst open, still be patient just listen, and sleep on it, don’t react or teach. (This can be tested with husbands as well.) I know it’s tough but you will learn and you will reach your goal as well.

Don’t force studies on them, let them fall in love with their books.Don’t make crazy rules like one can’t study with music on or whatever. If a child is comfortable studying in even the loudest noise, let him. Give them some space to make decisions for themselves.

If you want make rules make them on the basis of morals, ethics and civic sense. We as mothers need to inculcate righteousness in our children. 

I see people fret about their children’s studies. They are lucky they are in an era where opportunities and choices are in abundance, they will find way to their passion anyway. But how many chances are there of them to survive if you let them drive underage or without helmet. Teach them to value money, and not to let power get to their heads.

I will keep emphasising on ethics, as our teachings will make them stand strong in all their ups and downs.

They are the future, they don’t belong to just us. It is our duty to make them a strong personality with their head over their shoulder. 

And we just need to be their pillars not walls.

posterity

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/discover-challenges/for-posterity/

“Something which is hard to find, easy to miss and about to extinct”.

The moment I read it, I thought of space. Which is so scarce these days and almost about to extinct. I would save SPACE for posterity.

Today is an era of consumerism and modernisation. We are building up things to make our life convenient, and no doubt now it is a whole lot easy to communicate or commute, but it has also taken away the space. 

Space that we cherished during our childhood seems missing. Overhead flyovers have taken away the beautiful view that families enjoyed from their abode.

We all like going back to the place where we were born or have spent our childhood. It’s that nostalgic moment that we like sharing with our kids, friends or partner. I went back too, to the place where I was born and lived, for 19 beautiful years. Filled with excitement and happiness, I went inside the premises but to my utter disappointment, it was no more welcoming. 

The only thing which came into my notice was a line of cars parked on both sides of the road. I looked up and almost all the balconies were air tight closed, few people had gardens but even those were covered by huge walls or tall hedges, very few trees and few unkept plants. Sometimes I think the lesser the space, the smaller our heart is becoming.

Well, I went further in a hope to find children playing in old open park but again to my dismay, the park had been turned into a parking lot.

I gave a 360° look to the place which was once very welcoming and had space for everyone, I even remember lying down to stare at the sky and count stars, and now, it lack space and reeks of fear.

Why do we crave to go for hiking or want to move to suburbs? Why do we miss chirping of birds now? Why do we long for those long road side walks without being honked or pushed. May be because we find peace in these spaces! Our body and our mind need space, it gives us a completely different and better perspective towards life and people.

But seems like we have to learn to adjust in whatever space we have got.