Bitterness of life.. 

Every breath exhaled, spelled out her name. 

Every move made, incorporated her. 

Every experience, spoke about her. 

Every thought, described her. 

Every moment, reminded of her. 

Every childhood memory was associated with her. 

He, himself was so much like her. 

She was a mom, a friend, a guide..

That he wished every single day was still alive. 

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LOVE

He was among those who expressed hatred more fluently than he did love, 

That’s what he knew, that’s what he had seen growing up, 

But that wasn’t what he wanted her to see him as… 

He knew he was more than just angry fists and lashing tongue. 

There was the power of love ready to heal him,

But he being unaware, gave up. 

And one day out of nowhere she said,  Hii.. 

His deeply rooted wounds hidden under the facade of arrogance, 

Was just a pretense to dodge the pain, she exclaimed. 

And there it was, his first touch of love. 

Inspired. 

A person so down to earth who is ready to forgive you no matter how big the crime, that kind of story moves me. Though we have all heard the phrase forgive and forget, it isn’t easy to implement it in real life. I’m not much of a forgiving person I would rather forget and move on than open up a whole box of worms. 

I know a handful who are finding it difficult to step forward in life simply because it is not easy and the ones who have accomplished to let go what has been holding them down for years, that change in them being inevitable makes me want to be there as well. 

Such people inspire me to be better not because it proves anything but simply because it makes the world a better place. Our world is in desperate need of genuine people who are ready to be vulnerable yet strong at the same time. I don’t think I have it in me to forgive someone that easily but I’m highly inspired and I’m looking forward to make amends and set things right. 

One thing is for sure it is not an easy road to take but it is most definitely the right one. Someone is going to be hurt, but instead of carrying it on your back, wishing things would change for you, let it go. Do it for yourself if not for anyone else, and it will be a start to something much more valuable. 

An aching heart 

Sometimes there is just chaos within ourselves and an aching heart that desires great things but settles for less.

An aching heart that has forgotten the essence of letting out and stumbling with what to let in. 

An aching heart that wants  to simply pass through the struggles of never ending miseries. 

An aching heart that wants to be free from blame, free from expectations, free from society, and free of any baggage that is weighing it down. 

An aching heart that is doing what it’s asked to, simply to avoid confrontation. 

An aching heart that knows it doesn’t belong no matter how hard it tries to fit in.   

An aching heart that wants to be appreciated so as to stay motivated.

An aching heart that wants to roar from the top of the mountain until everything inside is out and free. 

 

The Queen of hill stations 

The most fascinating thing about the hills is the road that leads you there, the hair-pin bends that seems never-ending, the view that makes you stop the engine at regular cries of “aww that is spectacular”, the cold wind that slaps your face waking you to the refreshingly crisp climate. The tea plantations being ubiquitous makes you want to have the finest tea you’ve heard so much about. The monkeys keep you distracted throughout the way and most importantly it feels like breathing fresh air, which to me, is being home.

Waking up to the vivid colours of the sunrise, which makes everything shine tad brighter, while the night seems like the perfect scenario for a couple in love-under the panoply of stars, light breeze playing in the background, and a moonlit dance, perfect. Clothes that await seasons to be seen, otherwise there is always a jacket to keep warm. Though encountered just few months, it is most definitely my favourite time of the year. During winter, weather conditions are harsh, it simply is pouring cats and dogs with occasional thunder and lighting. Fireplaces are lit up, that’s when you want to have a hot cup of tea with family and friends.

It’s a destination for hikers, nature lovers, romantics. You’ll get to see a lot of bicyclers cycling their way up with an absolute zeal. That is a sight I’m fond of and the other thing that reminds me of the crazy times I had is, while trekking in the dense forest. The adventurous paths taken while trekking leads to destinations unknown which is quite intriguing. It refreshes the mind and helps connect to the nature in ways unknown. 

Want to get-away from it all? Well, here is where you need to be. Enclosed by the luscious greenery, eco-friendly forests, plastic free environment, you unconsciously tune in to the tranquil mode. The gardens, lakes, waterfalls add luxury to the already existing beauty. Wouldn’t mind looking at the marvellous creation all day long without a tinge of boredom. It is so naturally beautiful and unique, and leaves an impression so good that those visiting will definitely feel the urge to come back again.

 

Bengaluru mob molestation

Time and again, women are accused for the atrocities committed by men. Narrow minded minister says, the one at fault are the women who adopts western culture and behaves like a westerner, and also goes about telling that women must only step out with their husband or with the company of their brother. Some say women provoke to be raped, as they wear clothes that are inappropriate and that in turn calls for attention. 

When will we stop blaming women, who are the actual victims and start dealing with the real issue. Is it fair that the victims character is questioned? Was it the way she was dressed or that she was a party person the reason for her rape? Is all this even relevant to the pain undergone by them? Some have got so used to blaming women that they don’t know otherwise.

A girl child who is not even five years old, a married woman, an old lady did they provoke to be raped too?

How will our country evolve when respecting a woman is so hard. Women are being molested and groped by debauched pervert men, and no onlooker or policemen comes even close to stopping this heinous act. Nobody was stopped by force or by the law, whom should the women go to if in trouble when the police itself is making no efforts to keep us safe?

No action has been taken against those unruly men but there is a nation wide discussion about a woman’s dignity. I say the dignity of this country should be questioned for not taking a firm step against the ones who are actually at fault.

A city such as Bengaluru, which is considered to be the safest and non-judgemental city is put in the spotlight, I don’t think anyone can be safe anywhere now. As long as the government ensures us that there will be justice, men like them will continue to undermine our nation’s pride.

My perfect day! 

Since I wanted to make the best use of the day, I woke up at six in the morning just in time to see the sun rise from its horizon, spreading warmth and happiness. I couldn’t have gotten a better accommodation, it had its infrastructure island customized- bright blue sofas, golden rugs, the best part were the shells tied together hung in the entrance which sounded different but comforting when the wind blew, the highlight for me was the water bed, the french windows gave it a contemporary twist and the door directly opened to a vast beach whose ends couldn’t be seen with the naked eye.

I started the day by having a quick shower, then made an attempt at selecting the perfect beach wear from my wardrobe which took forever, a wayfarer that went along with the outfit as it was a scorcher. I slowly headed towards the beach, my bare foot sinking in the sand as I took short strides towards the ocean. My skin glistened due to the rays from the sun while my hair swayed from left to right as it tried capturing the wind gushing through it.

The scintillating turquoise-green ocean welcomed me all the way to taste its finesse and so I decided to take a dip enjoying what it had to offer. About an hour later, famished as I was, I ate in the closest shaft available which had their best sandwiches that made me want more. After having a delightfully gob smashing breakfast I went to one of the lounges, what is more relaxing than reclining in the sun, listening to the waves.

Two hours had passed by, it had been two stress free hours of my life. First time I had no gadgets to distract, it was just me surrounded by this scenario so pretty. As a souvenir I started collecting shells and unique stones, made sand castles, basically the child in me had erupted and I loved the feeling of being carefree. Never did I want to forget this day, this is how it felt experiencing happiness in its truest form.

That place was a dreamers paradise. I returned to my room since it was getting hot in an unpleasant way, took out my diary and started penning down my most beautiful experience. 

When the sun had finally set, i walked towards the end of the beach where there was a tattoo artist tattoing a bird on one of his clients and i instantly decided that i would get one too, one that would remind me of this place. On my right hand pinkie, I got a small shell done. Not only did it make me happy, I felt a sense of calmness too. Later that night it got cold, there were fireplaces lit up in the beach and there I was acquainted to an old lady living just next door who was surprisingly very cordial and came over instantly. 

She wasn’t like anyone I had ever met before. She had a rather pleasant demeanor for a lady of her age. I felt so comfortable around her or was it her charming personality, I know not, but it made me spell out my entire life history and she listened to each word with compassion and shared her wisdom which wasn’t anything like the long boring lectures. I truly enjoyed her company. She returned back to her room next door to her loving husband and I crashed the water bed content that it was the perfect end to my perfect day.