The fabric of my life

To my favorite human, Happy Birthday! You are the reason why I am purely happy at this moment. It makes me feel eternally happy not only about the fact that years ago you were born on this day but for that one reason that I am lucky enough to live and love this life with a person like you. There are many people who have entered into my life, I have made many memories with them. Some waved me a goodbye and never looked back. But, you always hold my hand and stay right next to me uttering the words "Let's do it, let's make it a beautiful life together". When you say it, you make it. When you say "together", you make sure that we have jumped into this crazy mad life scenarios together. I know that when you say "together", it is always you & me laughing on all the mess that we have created in our lives but also manage to put back the pieces of life together. "Together" has never been this beautiful in my life. That one fri

Imagine, having the toughest day of life.It was 6 pm, I left my friend's place after completing the last college project.I chose to walk today.I chose to clear out doubts in my head.I chose to feel better.I chose to fight battles with my thoughts.I started to walk towards my house.Knowing that my house is far away, but what runs in my mind is more painful than the pain that this long walk will ever give. The faster you walk, the longer the list of thoughts become in your head. "Will I ever be able to make it?", " Are you sure about it? ", "Where is  Square One"? , " Is there any break allowed in life?", " Where am I lacking? ", "WHAT EXACTLY IS HAPPENING!" This was not happening with me for the first time.Self-doubt,de-motivation, aggressiveness, a pinch of depression, and endless worry come easily to anybody.Especially when you know that it is any day possible to win with self-determination and good vibe

" Do not compare yourself with them " I said to myself one more time. Following the mantra " Make no mistake" did not really suit me for the longest time. Habituated, in fact, had lately fallen in love with this art of making mistakes. A famous book by Ravinder Singh titled "Can love happen twice?", the same question framed in my case differently "Can the same mistake happen twice?" TWICE? I hold the highest degree in committing blunders and still smiling at the end of the day. Not that I haven't done anything good. But what surprises me the most all the time is that when mistakes are executed, they seem to block our minds, but when they are done they leave an impression on our lives. A beautiful impression! Sometimes, it is true to believe that we are the real owners of every action in our lives and sometimes they are the representatives of multiple personalities of our beautiful journey. Recalling childhood,  lower grades gave

Weaver: A person who weaves a fabric. Engrossed in my thoughts every single day, I end up asking myself a question "Why was  I sent to live this life? " I passed my whole day thinking about this one question not noticing that this question itself had the answer to it, "TO LIVE"  " To live" is very subjective.  For one person it can simply mean to earn and spend, for other, it could be simply breathing and probably for some just to survive. This game of questions and answers is a loop for every human being. Afterall, this is the only flag that signals the soul for so many closed and open doors of one's life. It is easy yet so difficult to carry these patterns of worry and sadness in our minds. Putting together the colors of happiness with them makes a perfect fabric which is complex but still beautiful!   What do you call a person who talks to herself, takes her decision on her own which are mostly bad, PRO at making mist