Zendagi Migzara

Think & act, people say Build a list & make it stay Don't trust his words right away Look through facts & check it twice, Act coy & sugar-nice Hold your heart until you're sure You have everything you want? then ask for more. I tried playing by the rules & did all of this, Used my brain & gave my heart a miss You see, I'd gone with my heart before there was a time when I was very sure, but that didn't take me very far Aur phir wahi tamasha beech bazaar So I didn't trust my gut That said when I first saw you, 'Here's the one The one you should pursue'. I ignored that voice & brought my mind in, To overrule the magic & enslave the djinn. Lo & behold That didn't last very long & here we are writing our own song. * phir wahi tamasha beech bazaar : borrowed from Tamasha by imtiaz ali

I fell for a man, who was honest & kind All things serious & not almost like a mixture of honey & lime. More lime than honey maybe, the kind that makes your lips pucker He riled me up sometimes, but most times he brought me succour. Deep belly laughs &  Quiet nights of staring  Musical marathons & even more chatting & sharing. He held me gently  & listened to my stories, Discovering old scars & new dreams, traversing uncharted territories. We bloomed in times of darkness when light was hard to be found, He was my guiding torch of reason, but in him, I also found my wilderness uncrowned  Slowly i let this magical bud flower I walked the path unsteadily & unsure I then began to run & dove in, Turning him from a stranger to a lover.

She got ready for work and stared at herself in the mirror. Why did she feel the need to escape - she had worked really hard to be where she was. Very early on in life, she knew law was what she wanted to do. She had the zeal, the skills, the passion and the morals to be in that profession. She had done her school proud and then gone onto study law at NLS. When she was graduated from NLS, her family threw a massive party. Why not. They were proud of what she had achieved thus far in life and they were excited about all that she was set out to achieve. It was a perfect life. And she really did think it was. Until one day, at her yoga class in the midst of Balasana, child's pose - she felt a tear roll down her cheeks, the teacher asked them to take longer inhales and exhales - but if she tried any of that right now, she'd break down, she thought. What's wrong - where is this coming from? Work was alright, mom and dad were fine, in fact she was helping her best friend

"Every true love and friendship  is a story of unexpected transformation. If we are the same person before and after we loved, that means we haven't loved enough."~   Elif Shafak  I could endlessly read books and have them enrich the very depths of my soul. i can be plunged into deep despair and come out floating on a cloud - all within one day, all within the magical boundaries of the first and the last page. I had often head about Forty Rules of Love - but i had the privilege of reading it last year and transformational it was. This is a story of Rahul and Aida. You could look at them and feel a flow of sorts - a conscious stream taking it's time to meander through the forests and fields trying to find a destination. They represented the continuous movement of that stream but also the stillness of it, were it given a chance to settle down in some plain for a bit. Their journey tossed and turned them around but they continued to withstand the harshness

A friend asked me for the link to my blog. I opened the app on my phone to send it to her only to notice that I have been amazingly lazy about writing over the last 8 months. Utterly shameful indeed. So in an effort to remedy that and to overcome the laziness (read embarrassment) I am back here. I am not quite exactly sure which one, but one of Elizabeth Gilbert's books (maybe Big Magic ) said, we need to show up at our workspaces for our creative muse to show up as well. You need to meet her halfway. I guess the reason I have not been writing is because I tell myself I don't have any ideas - but in reality, I haven't been showing up. I need to have this laptop in front of me, with Blogger open on it, before I can even let the ideas slowly warm up and roll onto this blank canvas. Although, truth be told, I have been contemplating moving my writing to Medium - it just looks nicer and people say there's more readers there. But I'm stubborn like that and this blog