Listening to the Spoken and Unspoken

People often communicate using everything except words. There are gestures, facial expressions, hand movements, certain giveaways only particular to a person, eye contact, different vibes and energies, etc. Words, though extremely important to communication, sometimes fall short of conveying what these other mediums can do better. In fact, sometimes it’s better to not say it but use these tools to not just express, but also listen. Listening is an umbrella term. You must listen well to the things that are flat-out spoken. But you must also learn to listen and pick up these other things that may not always be put in legitimate words. Being a good listener entails being observant and patient while absorbing everything you can around other people.

The rest of this post is about listening to the words but I wanted to begin with this part because listening is always incomplete without listening to the silent words.

We have to hear so many types of people in a day and people may be soft, loud, pleasant, rude, or nice as they please. Sometimes, we just want them to shut up and on others, we can’t help being captivated by their words. Every day, every person, and every situation is a different scenario. ‘Hearing’ a harsh remark or a sweet statement evokes different immediate reactions from within us. To everything we hear in a day, there’s a reaction. Now, what if we were to ‘listen’ to these people? If you listened to someone being harsh, you will catch on to every word they say, and rather than being angry, you might even pity them for once. You might see that harsh words come out of a person when there is bitterness in the heart at the moment. Imagine, they have to carry that bitterness around making their hearts heavy until they can spew it all out on you to make themselves feel better. Doesn’t that sound like a person worth your pity? Similarly, if pleasant words are spoken to you, listening to them might not just make you feel good but understand the genuineness of their sound. It’s no more about the words spoken but the intention, emotion, and finally the connection you make with the speaker from your heart. The more attention you pay, the more meaning is added to everything you hear.

We’re humans, and instant reactions come undeniably to us. But as much as possible, we must consciously attempt to listen to other people. It may not be our favourite job to do, but I can vouch because the person benefitting most from it will be you. Keep your ego aside for a little while. Keep your opinions aside for a little while, even if you know a person is wrong and you’re right. Let them finish. It is obviously a good habit and a sign of respect for the person talking. But your words will be a thousand times more impactful when that person has finished talking and now you’re the one everyone’s quietly listening to. If you cut them off mid-sentence, they’re going to retaliate and not let you finish either, and there’s a never-ending chain.

If we’re all a little calm, patiently listening over blatantly hearing, I think we’d get a chance to form deeper relationships. It’s all about the depth. A little deeper understanding and a little more maturity. If your opinions deserve to be heard, you must learn to value their voice too. Nothing fruitful comes out of two people talking at once. But everyone will learn something when people are talking one after another. Listen, because sometimes you might hear pain hidden amidst impolite words. Sometimes, you might hear a cry for help behind churlish remarks. And you might even hear a hint of love hidden between expressions of care and concern. Listen, in order to sense the unspoken from the words spoken.

Yaadein

Shayad shehar se nahi, shehar ke logon se asli pyaar hota hai. Waha ki jameen nahi, uss jameen se judi yaadon se pyaar hota hai. Aur yaadon ka kya hai, kahin bhi, kabhi bhi ban jaati hain. Bas kuch yaadein dil ke itni kareeb hoti hain ki unhe hum zyada yaad karte hain, zyada sambhal ke rakhtein hain. Nayi yaadon ke beech kahin kho na jayein. Lekin hum ye bhool jaatein hain, ki jo dil ke kareeb wali yaadein hoti hai, wo dil ke kisi kone mein hamesha hoti hain. Chahe unhe hum yaad karein ya na karein, lekin wo wahan par hamesha ke liye bas jaati hain. Aur inhi conscious, subconscious yaadon se hi toh zindagi banti hai, hai na?

Dil ka har ek tukda zindagi ki ek ghatna se juda hua hota hai. Choti se choti ghatnayein hamein naye logon se milati hai, purane logon ko samajhne ka ek aur mauka deti hai, aur sahi mayne mein bohot kuch sikha jaati hain. Inhi ghatnaon ke chote tukde yaadein bankar hamare dil-o-dimaag mein sama jaati hain, jahan wo kisi aur ko dikhayi nahi deti, lekin hamein har wakt mehsoos hoti hain. Shayad hamein ye bhi sochne par majboor karti hain ki iss khatti-meethi zindagi ko jeete jeete kab ye yaadein itni special ban gayi, pata hi nahi chala.

Aur jis zameen par ye special si yaadein ban jaati hain, usse hi ‘home’ kehte hain, hai na? When we moved out of ‘B-8, 202’, our home of 21 years, life was so uncertain. It was at this crazy turning point for the 4 of us, and every step we took was a risk bigger than the previous one. We were leaving so much behind but preparing to take on so much new. I was excited, happy, anxious, eager, in tears, and everything in between. But after almost two months of having shifted, here we are; and things couldn’t have been better. We still live every day with a kind of excitement, like it’s our first day in the new house. Amid all this craziness, I think we’re also finding a way to make this house our ‘home’.

Mom, dad, my elder sister, and I lived in the old house we built with our memories. Every corner and every space had our touch, our way of life. Although our new house isn’t there quite yet, it is soon catching up. Anyway, there will never be a competition, even though my biased heart may sometimes want to favour our old dwelling. This new place can never replace the old one because that’s not what it’s meant to do either. We are here to start a new life, in a new way, and fill every corner of this place with our new way of living. Things here are not better or worse, they are different. And I’m definitely warming up to the change. Once in a while, change is good. Aise hi toh zindagi aage badhti hai, hai na?

Last few days of December left and I’m sure it must’ve been quite the year for you too. That’s probably something we say at the end of every year, but maybe because it is the time to reflect. 365 days of 2021 aur humne poori life ke liye already kitni yaadein bana li hain. Again, kuch happy, kuch sad; kuch important, kuch not so important. Meri choti si family ke liye this year was full of making new memories and saying goodbye to some old ones. Hum uss ghar se humari saari cheezein toh le aaye lekin a piece of ourselves will always remain there. Aur uss ghar mein banayi huyi har ek memory, har ek yaad; right here in our hearts. Kyunki shayad waha par haste-rote, iss khatti-meethi zindagi ko jeete jeete kab ye yadein itni special ban gayi, pata hi nahi chala. Aur ab aage? Naya saal, naya ghar, nayi memories, but log wahi. Family. Sounds pretty good to me.

Touch wood!

Feelings

There is thought in every occurrence of life. And we think meticulously about almost every occurring in life. Thoughts don’t have to pay a price; so, they live rent-free in our minds. Human nature forces us to allow them to dwell because, without thoughts, what would one do when staring out the window, or while travelling during the day, or perhaps when in bed at night? Don’t our thoughts probably form the very base of who we are? Hence, thinking about life and its happenings is a daily chore. But sometimes, must this chore be well avoided?

I cannot help thinking or even overthinking about trivial matters myself. However, I have come to realize that some affairs of life are best left alone. They need not be dwelled on or thought about too much. Often, they desire to be seen or felt. Thoughts are powerful and words are powerful, but let’s not dismiss the power of our feelings. After all, our feelings drive our actions in matters of the heart. I honestly believe feelings are the root of our thoughts. Even if it is about the heart or mind or the soul, don’t our feelings come first?

Sometimes, it is these feelings that tell us more about ourselves than our thoughts do. The depth of a sensation that runs through your body is sometimes unfathomable and can have far-reaching effects, too. To underestimate our feelings would be downright foolish. Instead, why don’t you and I focus on the notions that truly make a difference to us. The inkling of newfound love in the pit of your stomach, or the pain that is so excruciating it reflects in your eyes.

For every situation, every emotion, there is a feeling. There is a way in which you uniquely perceive an occurring in your life. But if you spend your time thinking, or even overthinking about that occurring, you may even fail to discover your feelings about it. Often, we are expected to think a certain way, but the heart and the body feel differently, don’t they? Every inch of your body will tell you to do something or say something that you’re not supposed to. I’d say, if it causes no harm to no one, then do it and say it. Every second we spend overthinking is a second lost to doing what we truly feel like because we’re afraid of the repercussions.

Or it is just that we don’t know how strongly we feel about it. And when will we come to know that? When we put aside the thoughts for a little while and embrace the sensations in our body. They will tell you the truth. So will your inner voice, and so will the butterflies in your stomach. They will all tell you the truth. But thoughts can occasionally mislead or give space for fear to grow. You need to know when to think, and when to keep all of it aside and just feel. Kyuki kayi baar, situations ko mehsoos karna zyada zaroori hota hai. Unka ehsaas hi kaafi hota hai, humein ye batane ke liye ki humara dil kya chahta hai; hum kya chahte hain. (Often, it is more important to feel situations. Their sensation is enough to tell us what our heart wants, what we want.)

Go with the flow

Sometimes there is no right or perfect moment. Often, it’s just about going with the flow. I have struggled with this for the longest time ever. Knowing what to do in the perfect moment always mattered so much to me. I’m not completely carefree today either, but I can certainly just take a deep breath and let it go. Often, it’s just about being there, present in the moment, and letting time guide you forward. I believe there are no perfect moments, only some memories that are closest to our hearts. They are too precious and that is why they feel so right, so perfect altogether.

Honestly, the deeply that a moment connects to your inner self, the more precious it becomes. That is a ‘perfect’ moment for me. One whose details I may not remember ten years later, but its feeling will stay with me forever. And we mustn’t try to curate these moments or meddle too much with how perfect they should be. Just let it flow, and your heart will know what they will go on to mean for you. Trust me, the heart knows everything. Not everyone is as emotional as me, but some memories cannot help being special and reminding us of the lives we’ve lived. Often, you may count on your fingers and there may not be too many special moments to remember, but unknowingly they live in your heart, you know. They are the little and big moments that give you pure joy, that’s all.

‘Going with the flow’ has become my philosophy. There is coexistence between taking charge of your life and letting some things happen just the way they do. It is important to know the balance which of course will come with time and experience. It can get confusing to decide what would be the perfect thing to say or how to create the dream moment/day. But that’s just it. Don’t think so much! Certain things ought to be given their space to pave their course. And you never know, that course could just be the best thing to happen to you! So, when you’re too confused, don’t try too hard and just go with the flow. Jo hoga, ache ke liye hi toh hoga, hai na? (Whatever will happen, will happen for the best, won’t it?)

The TV weddings are a perfect example of going with the flow and how nothing is perfect. Wedding days are stereotypically supposed to be ‘perfect’ from the décor to dresses and everything is supposed to be ‘right’. But remember Jake and Amy’s wedding? That day was chaotic! And what about Chandler and Monica’s wedding? Everything opposed to how perfect and smooth Monica likes things to be. But you know what was perfect in both the weddings? The overwhelming feeling of being there, present that day, surrounded by love, a full heart, and the beauty of it all. (We can make an exception to call May 15th the perfect date too.) It’s not the fact that it was a perfect wedding and so it was a perfect moment, because it wasn’t. It was how wrong everything was going that day, but how right marrying each other felt. Both the couples, they just went with the flow with the crazy things that happened on their wedding day, and with time they reached exactly where they were supposed to be.

Embrace the chaos. Sometimes, let things happen just the way they want to. You and I haven’t seen the future and we do not know what’s in store for us. It could be happy or sad or just plain boring. Either way, we get one life and we simply make memories. Some, that are closest to our hearts.

THIS IS ME- PART 2

One year ago, today, I published ‘THIS IS ME’ on The Thought Factory blog. One year later, I’m here writing a follow-up to that post and things are not quite the same.

I’m not cured. My headache is still there, and now it’s been about 8 and a half years.

Putting everything in context- When I published ‘THIS IS ME’, for the first time I openly spoke about something I’ve been living with for a while. When I was in 3rd grade, I developed a headache problem. My head started hurting one day out of the blue and it hasn’t stopped ever since. I have a headache every day of all 365 days. The conclusion of innumerous tests and doctors’ visits has all been that I’m perfectly fine. Yet, my head still hurts. One day we met a doctor who informed us that what I have is an ‘Unclassified Headache’ and it has no particular cause or cure. He gave me some meds and, for the first time, my headache felt like it was fading away permanently. I felt like I’m going to recover, miraculously. As hopeful as I was in that article, one year later, here I am and there has been no miracle.

After I’d written last year’s post, I continued to take the meds prescribed by that doctor for a few months. Later, the same thing happened all over again. The medicines stopped working for me and having any effect on me. We decided to be off any medication for a while. Even till now, I am not permanently taking any medicines and during sudden emergencies when the pain is unbearable; I take the one medicine that was prescribed to me by the same doc. That medicine gives me an instant relief for a few hours.

But it hasn’t been all that simple. There were days of continuous pain and struggle with no solution. And then one day in March, I had a mental breakdown. I was going through other stuff too and in the middle of all of that; I realized what was already there in some part of my mind. The fact that I might probably have to live with my headache for the rest of my life. It could probably never go away. And as well as I’ve learnt to deal with it over the last 8.5 years, it is still a struggle every single day.

I wrote this on 7th May 2021-

“It hurts so much. Everything hurts. From head to toe, every inch of my body hurts. And I don’t know how to make it stop. It feels like it will never, ever stop. There’s just so much pain, even tears don’t help anymore. Although I can’t stop them from coming. They’re flowing right now, down my cheeks and all over my face. But none of it makes any difference. The pain is excruciating. And it’s not only about my head anymore. It’s my entire face and my shoulders and my back, my arms and my lower back, my legs and my feet. When I said ‘from head to toe’, I meant it. I’m weak and I feel like I’m really going to pass out. I’m in the most helpless state possible. I’m tired, so, so tired of it all. And I cannot help but feel every bit; I’m feeling every bit of the pain right now and it hurts so damn much. I’m ready to beg, plead, do anything that would take this suffering away from me even for a while. Just please make it go away.”

Even though it sounds so dramatic, it is very real. I am still as vulnerable and helpless as I used to be. That miraculous recovery that I had anticipated never happened and now it feels like I’m back to square one. Not moved an inch from there. Everything is back to how it used to be. There’s the pain and the tears and the basic things I do to feel better or distract myself. It is all exactly the same. And maybe it’s going to be the same for a while. Maybe for a long, long while. This entire cycle might keep repeating until it stops, or doesn’t.

I seriously needed to write this all down, follow up on ‘THIS IS ME’ and just vent. But I’m done now. Shed a tear or two while writing this piece as well and I feel much better after getting it all out there. But what’s the next step? What do I do now that I know my problem has high chances of being permanent; that 365 days after 365 days, for the rest of my life, this is going to be my life? Writing each word right now is still tearing me up because no matter how much I try to explain, I cannot put into words the pain that I go through every single day. It is all of me. And it might be pretty clear by now that I’m seriously struggling to drive this article towards a positive ending as is consistent in all my writings. I had ended the article previous to this on such a cheerful note, awaiting full recovery and ready to move on with my life. And I had definitely not guessed that this is what I’d be writing one year later.

The rational thing to do right now, as another doctor had advised me recently too, is to study the timings, triggers and patterns of my headache on my own and try to avoid the usual triggers and take as many precautions as I can, and just get better at dealing with it every day. Of course, it is easier said than done. Fear, pain, overthinking, panic and what not cloud my mind. It is so hard to accept everything that’s happening. Yet, despite it all, somewhere in my heart I also trust myself to get through it.

I mean, come on, this is me. 8.5 years of headache and I’m still here, aren’t I? In all these years, I’ve also gotten through some pretty ugly and tough times and I’m still here. I know myself and I know I survive everything. I’ve experienced such severe pain from my headaches for most of my life and I’m still doing pretty great. A lot of other good stuff has been happening to me lately too and I’ve just been really happy. Touch wood. So, I know that in the coming years too, I will figure it out, you know. Even if this is for the rest of my life, I will really get through it. I am a fighter, definitely a survivor, after all.

I’d like to correct myself too when I said that I haven’t moved an inch from square one, that everything is back to how it used to be. It’s not entirely true. Maybe the headache is, but I’m not the same. I feel different. I look different. And I definitely think different. I feel like I’m growing and learning every single day. The experiences that I’ve been so privileged to have in the last few months are making me a better person. So, a lot of this article focuses on the pain and struggle because I want to be honest about that. But I also want to be honest about how grateful I am because no matter my condition, I still find a way to be happy, which I think has been one of my biggest achievements so far.

So, this is really me. My headache is not my identity. But I am a mixture of my pain and positive spirit. And even though keeping up this spirit is going to be so, so hard on so many days, I know I will manage. I will take the right precautions and follow the right instructions. If I could do it for all these years, I can do it now. All the fear and overthinking- I’m still working on that part. Not too much pressure on myself, so it’s going to be one day at a time.

Tomorrow, on the first of June 2021, as I celebrate my 17th birthday, I think I’m ready to embrace my truest self with all that it brings, and continue to keep moving forward.

A flower in every sense

As I take the first step and lower my head,
A certain fragrance tickles in my nostrils.
I recognize that scent to be from a vintage European alley,
It is certainly that of the Lily of the Valley.

I turn to the right and feel a feather-like touch.
It brushes past my fingertips to raise the beat in my chest.
I was similarly aroused when I was a Virginian tourist,
Fondling the Iris flower with an eager zest.

As I nibble a petal out of that beautiful blossom,
I am left with a bitter flavour dominating my tongue.
Alike that green bowl of salad from vintage Italia;
That Daisy petal in it took me back to the quiet cafeteria. 

I then turn to find the location of the buzzing,
And I’m taken towards them honeybees.
They’re akin to the bees of that empire, where the sun never sets,
Over the Lilacs, they then seem to be singing duets.

And then my pupils dilate,
As my eyes fall directly upon the queen herself.
Magnifique, from the gardens of archaic France.
Gulaab, she herself embodies the romance.

With the sun shining bright,
In this meadow, I take a long walk.
In my body, as every flower awakens a unique sense,
Lingers the air of a promising day thence.


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Moving on

It’s been a rough couple of weeks. And it’s been a rough two years. But when I sat down for a moment and thought about it to myself, I realized that maybe I’m still stuck in the past. Whenever something goes wrong, it always takes me back to when it all started going downhill two years ago. I start asking myself when things are going to go back to normal and even the infamous question, ‘why me’? And that is okay, because I believe it is a part of the healing process. But somehow, I haven’t really moved on from there. It is great when your past teaches you lessons for your future, but not when it is holding you back. The latter is exactly what is happening to me.

The truth is, yes, I am still stuck in my past and when things go wrong one after another, I don’t think I get enough time to heal. But when will I really? It’s not like my life is going to stop so that I can take enough time to myself and figure things out. Actually, everything did kind of stop in 2020 and it was okay for a while, but soon everything was a struggle again. So, I’m just really asking when all of it will really stop? When will things stop going so wrong? When will I stop getting hurt? And when will I be back to normal?

Well, there is no one answer to any of these or similar questions. But from whatever I’ve gathered for a while now; the answer is me. My first good step was that I realized I’m stuck. And the second step is really to move on; there is no in-between. But it is hard. I cannot just say it like that, expecting that I will suddenly be okay with everything. I will not. And I do not know how long healing is going to take, which is the scariest part.

But, above all of that confusion, doubt and fear in my head, when I remember the last two years a little more in detail, I realize it was not all that bad.

Here are some of my favourite photographs from 2019 and 2020-

These pictures make it seem like I’ve had the best time ever. I’ll admit I have had it when these photographs were being clicked. But there was a lot going on otherwise, too. Yet, to think that I survived all the bad and the good parts too sounds like an achievement to me. We may not realize it, but for some people even getting through 24 hours feels like a nightmare. And I’ve been there at some point. But I’m here now. And I’m not at my best, but I’m better.

The point is, now that I know that I’ve been stuck in my past for too long, I can consciously make a choice and ‘try’ to move forward. Only baby steps. One day at a time. But it’s high-time I do this for myself. I cannot sit my entire life saying that everything goes wrong with me and that my life is so sad. It is not. It’s really just the way I look at it. I showed you the pictures above. I am lucky that I had those good moments to balance it out along with the bad moments. But if all you’ve had is bad moments for a while now, know that you hold the power to stand tall and turn the tables around. It’s not about ‘if’ you can do it, it’s about ‘when’. And you may not decide to get up even for a while after reading this article. It can take a lot more time. But I suggest don’t wait for you to be ‘ready’ for it. You will never be ready for it. Just get up one day and take the plunge. Remember, ‘you hold the power’.

And to answer my question, my life is normal right now. This is normal because every second day there are inevitable chances of something going wrong. But things ‘going wrong’ is part of growing up. It sucks sometimes. A lot of times. But that is how it works. Things will go downhill and I will try as far as possible to fix them, let the things be which I cannot fix and above all take care of my own mental health. That’s all I need to do. I need to just keep moving forward. Obstacles will keep coming my way and I will handle them; maybe once in a while take a break and feel sorry about everything but also go ahead and try to have great days like I did in the photographs above. And if not ‘have’, then I’ll make a normal day a great day. A walk in the neighbourhood and a hot cup of chai should help. Anyway, that’s my healing process and yours can be completely different. But what matters is that you start taking care of yourself because you’re too precious and deserve a lot more happiness than you think!

After all, Hannah Montana once said, “What doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger.”

LET GO OF THE PAST
Let go of the past, and set yourself free,
because there’s nothing that holds you back,
like a place that you used to be.
Let go of the place where you are still suffering…
tossing and turning in a storm
that is no longer happening.
Don’t look back
and see the broken path,
try to remember the parts
of it that were beautiful,
and made you laugh…. 
- Winnie Mathenge

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An Ode

This is to honour the memory of my late grandparents. My maternal grandparents passed away when I was 8 years and 10 years old and hardly understood what had happened. My paternal grandfather passed away in February 2020 when I was 15. Over this last weekend, when my parents, my sister and I were visiting our maternal cousins in Malad, Mumbai, we talked about ‘it’. To be honest, everybody else was talking, and I was only nodding and listening. Why? Because I was the only person in that house who had only a few instances in her mind about her maternal grandparents that wouldn’t even count as memories. I hardly remember them. I know their faces from pictures, but I have no visual memory. Their voice is in my head. But with time, it is fading away. And it hurts so much. I cannot put it into words. The other day, when my girlfriends were talking about how strict their grandmas are, I just said ‘yes, maybe my grandma would be like that too. I don’t know.’

And when these girls talk about how much they love their grandparents no matter what, that they often meet with them and tell them stories about school and laugh with them, it just makes me feel so lonely. In some part of my heart, it hurts so much. I miss them. I miss them so much. And I wish they could be here. Last year, my paternal grandpa shifted here to treat his health. And I had my 10th grade. And a lot of health issues myself, too. But somehow, we got through it all, smiling. And then I outdid myself when the results came in September 2020. And some of my classmates had to hear some serious scolding from their grandparents while others were being praised. It just showed that all of their grandparents cared about them. But you know, my grandparents never got a chance to show that, because they aren’t here. They aren’t here to tell me I did so well, that they’re proud of me, or even just scold me, telling me I could’ve done better. I would be ready to take all of it. I just wish they were here.

So, when my cousins, my sister and I were talking, they were telling us about Nana and Nani (maternal grandparents). My Nana was the chairperson of the society committee. And he was such a respectable man. My cousins told me that everyone else would argue and fight during the meetings and in the end, they would look to my Nana, who would have the final word which would be accepted by all. And actually, his last word was always right. And about Nani, my cousins told me that she would have her sarees dried in the hot sun and then ironed to perfection. Then she would drape them impeccably. And then when Nana Nani would go out together everywhere, people would look up to them and respect them and give their highest regards. Nana and Nani were big on cleanliness and learning things the right way, and basically yes, they were kind of strict. But that’s what made them different. They taught everyone else the most integral values of their lives. And since I was the youngest, I’m pretty sure they must’ve only showered all their love on me.

Nana and Nani

At least I remember that my Mama (maternal uncle) did that for sure. We lost him to health problems. I was 12 years old when it happened. But I remember his face, and his voice. I remember that he used to call me his ‘takiya’ (pillow) because he used to keep his head on my lap and use it as a pillow and pretend to sleep. He used to come in the evening from work and after getting freshened up, that’s the first thing he used to want to do. And I would laugh and push him away. Now it feels like I pushed him away forever. 

When Baba (paternal grandfather) was here along with Dadi (paternal grandmother), we cut a cake for his birthday on the 8th of January 2020. We took some pictures, laughed and talked and spent the evening together. He passed away unexpectedly on 1st February. So, the last time I saw him when he was alive was almost a month before it happened and I never got a chance to say goodbye. Baba and Dadi lived at my native place, i.e., Bilaspur, Chhattisgarh, where Dadi still lives. So, our visits to meet them were only once a year. And we always went to Bilaspur during Diwali. It was our tradition. We would celebrate all the five days of Diwali together, travel around the neighbourhood to see the ‘lighting’ and just pray with each other and for each other. And this time in 2020, for the very first time, we had a Diwali without Baba. It felt so different. It just didn’t feel right. I don’t think it will ever feel right again.

Baba

And I just want to end by saying that yes, these people have left empty places in my heart that I will never be able to fill. That is the truth, and I will not sugar-coat it. I will remember them and cry like I did two days ago at 3 am in the morning. When I will have cried my heart out, I will remember that they’re all watching me from up above, and they’re a little far away but they will still always, always be with me

You left too soon,   
Left me all alone.   
The rest of the family is there to keep me company,   
But no one can take your place.   
Your little girl can grow up all she wants,   
But you will always be her first love and that’s an epiphany.   
I can feel it in my heart,  
And I miss you so dearly.   
Somehow, I wish you could come back,   
But one day, I’ll come to you.    
And even though leaving this earth behind would be kind of sad,   
I wouldn’t miss it for the world,   
Because then I would be able to tell you that I love you. 

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A Thoughtful Letter by The Thought Factory

Do participate in this #writingexercise and share your thoughts with the world!

It is your chance to make the most of this opportunity and take a moment to think that with the New Year around the corner, what piece of advice you want to give to your future self, or what pressing issue would you like to bring to the notice of the PM of India, or if only your favourite fictional character could hear you, what would you tell them?

Last date to send in your letters – 13th January 2021, 10 PM (IST)

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Road trips

On last weekend, I went on a small 1-day trip with my family. We went to the ‘Alibag Beach’ and also stopped at ‘Karnala Bird Sanctuary’ on the way. We visited a beach after about 18 months and in fact, we had a family trip after about a year. And I had longed so much for this day to come. Of course, we took all the proper precautions at all times. We had an amazing trip, enjoyed ever so, and bonded better as a family. I had the best time throughout the day, but what I’m going to talk about today is those moments I had only to myself. The road trip! All the while we were on the road, all I did was sit quietly and comfortably in my seat and stare out the window. It was pure bliss. To tell you the truth, I felt like I reconnected with myself.

While going to Karnala in the morning, I could feel the sun on my skin. It was a little hot, but I didn’t mind. After staying cooped up in the house for like forever, a little vitamin D was always welcome. And then while returning home in the evening, I watched the sky turn colours from yellow to orange to pink and purple and finally the sun set. After that, it was only the stars and me. I watched them as they twinkled brightly in the night sky. There was a sense of peace in watching them. As I rested my head on the seat and continued to stare blankly at them, I felt like I wanted to stop the car for a moment, stand under the sky and just take it all in. But we kept moving, and the stars kept passing me by until we reached the city and they were visible no more.

For the record, road trips are totally my thing. And when I was sitting on that seat in my car, watching the endless world before me, I felt like the wind was releasing tension from every nerve of my body and taking it all away with it. I felt calm. As the wind kept brushing past my face, I knew nothing but freedom. Freedom from my thoughts which were all put on hold to watch the sky, freedom from the world and every worry that seemed so unimportant in that moment. I stared at the trees and the houses and the clouds with an empty and peaceful mind. It showed me the beauty in everything. The beauty in the colours of the sky and the all-mighty sun; the beauty in the huts and small houses we passed by; the beauty in the greenery that was there everywhere we looked and the beauty in those high mountains that kept changing shape.

The entire world was moving in front of my eyes. But I was still. Right there. On that seat. And nothing else really mattered. I felt serene. Even the cawing of the crows was soothing to my ears. As I became more and more comfortable, my shoulders felt light and I felt happy from within. My hair was airy and my body seemed to be weightless. I felt pure and charismatic in those moments. I was nonchalant, and I seemed to have forgotten all about the world in those moments, for my soul seemed to have flown away with the winds and the leaves. And I do not know about the next chance I’ll get to experience this all over again, but when you do, don’t miss those moments for the world.

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