Underneath the Table

In our childhood I think most of us have enjoyed the comfort of playing underneath the table. What was so comforting about it? Underneath the table was a safe zone for me, I played there but also hid there from the world. As we grow up, 'underneath the table' is one of the many things that kills our innocence. Sure there are many occasions where bubbles of innocence are burst, but everything a part of childhood changes right? Now that I'm grown up, I'd hardly fit under any table, but I wonder what is the adults' version of 'underneath the table' which gives you the comfort of 'even if something goes wrong, you're safe.'

Black and White

There is something about black and white pictures that just look so peaceful! The pictures look so simple and they make life look calm. Life in black and white would have been so much fun. Like it's either positive or negative, pick a side and you're good. 

I never knew that life isn't black and white. Life infact, lies in the grey. If black and white is yes or no, grey is maybe. Maybe is the confused, unsure place where we often find ourselves. The uncertainty of our life lies in the grey. 

The question isn't about you wanting to live in grey or not, it isn't a choice. Such choices are privileges, only few have them. We had black and white when we were kids but growing up we lost that privilege. 

I know everyone goes through their greys, I shall too. Now that I sea the picture, it has always been varients of grey and that's where our lives are! Let me just wrap my hands around and enjoy the Black, white and grey❤️

Behind

Everytime I leave my home, I feel something is left behind. I'm not so sure is it the warmth of my home? or the familiarity and comfort of the city? 

Everytime I leave my home, I feel something is left behind. Neither the vendor knows me here nor do people know me here, I'm simply a stranger. In my town, every other person is known here every other person would make fun. 

Life is like a blank book right now, waiting for a new chapter to be written at the same time it feels like life is a pair of tangled earphones. I don't know what's going to happen but so many questions take over me. How to be on my own? For me it also is, why to be on my own? Leave behind home where there is so much love and warmth?

Everytime I leave my home, 

I feel something is left behind.

Everytime I leave home, 

a piece of my heart is left behind.

Unknown Blur

 

I often read that when you graduate, life becomes a big question mark and looks at you with eyes wide open waiting for your next move. Honestly, I don't know what's next.

What and how could I have done things differently to not be in this spot? Everything around me feels unknown. Even though I know what I want, the path is unknown. I heard my parents generation say, "it wasn't easy during our times, we were lost". With our internet generation one might think it's easy but still we are lost. 

Things don't happen the way we plan them, perhaps God has a better plan than ours. Just like the picture everything is blurred to me, not because the focus is lost but because of the uncertainty of the events. I know it's not just me going through this phase, yes it is a phase which shall pass. One of those phase when we look back upon would make all  sense in the world. 

All of us have to go through this to value when we make it through. What makes a difference is how we react when the outcome is uncertain. Just go through the 'Unknown Blur' phase of your life, to find your true self. Trust me you're not alone even if it feels like it!

When I look at this picture, the sky is grey but it is also pink. The picture is beautiful but also somewhat blurry. Next minute it could rain, that's the uncertainty. When will the sky be clear? It's UNKNOWN.

Yet, isn't life lovely? ♥️

HELP!!

 How often we find ourselves stuck in a situation! 

No matter how hard we try, we cannot get out or get over it. In situations like these I feel like a puppy who has fallen into a lake, trying the best but getting exhausted and about to sink.

 

But really, how bad is the situation? Do I have to bare the weight on my shoulders or am I assuming I have to? I don't think there is any situation that only I have been through, I believe there are hundreds if not thousands, facing more or less the same thing. Yes, I know not everyone has the courage to ask for help but at different levels everyone has to get out of their comfort.

The truth is some people might make fun of you and your situation, those are the ones who are always going to make fun of you. On the other side when you find those people who are ready to help you without actually weighing the situation, those are your people. Once you find your people, trust me they would never let you go through things alone.

When the drowning puppy yelps, somebody shows up to to help.

You are never alone. Show some courage and ask for HELP, we are all here together 💗

 

I Love You

 Isn't it weird that how seldom we tell people we love them?

It took me longest time to understand how love is different and you don't just love one person. Yes, there is that kind of love which gives you adrenaline rush and it truly is wonderful, but there is also other kinds of love which make your brain dance and heart smile.

Even I don't tell people I love, I love them but you know I would share my chocolate ice cream with them, isn't it the same? Although it would be nice to express and show how important people are to us. 

I mean I want my friends to know no matter what I am there for them literally always. I want them to know with absolutely no judgement, I am going to help them out every single time. Even if we don't talk anymore, I still love them the same. 

They say there are five forms of love, of which I use only actions. But isn't love care?

I love you = I care for you, right?

Sweater with hole.

 "Money doesn't buy happiness", or does it?

For the most part, I like to keep my clothes chique. Yet somehow I can't let go a sweater with hole, threads are pulled and it looks shabby. There is a whole section in my wardrobe where the clothes are just piled up, I never use them but I can't let them go.

It is funny how we always say 'materialistic things are temporary' but then people are not permanent either. When someone leaves, all you are left with is their memories and belongings. Their belongings become our only way to feel connected to them. 

If I were to be close to my Ajji, all I have is her nauvari-saree. Someday, when I wear it for me it would be like hugging her and remember the presence she once had in my life. I think of clothes like a hug, blessing or love from that person. 

No matter how full my wardrobe gets, because those people are close to my heart and I could never really get enough of their love, I won't be able to let the old fashioned, worn-out and the sweater with hole out of my wardrobe.

That's when I understood, our sentiments added to materialistic things, make them valuable!