Silence is a feel-good way to spend some time when you are upset, but not until you start suppressing your agonies and hardships. This is when you become a stoic. You think a million times, overthink and rethink before you say something. And by the time it starts choking you, you’d regret not having expressed it earlier.
It’s the little things that bother you to an extent nothing else does. It’s the little feelings that are hard to decipher and hard to tame. It’s difficult to get people to understand you, sometimes it’s difficult to understand yourself. But writing them down can make your heart feel a little lighter.
Cranked up to a window pane, listening to my favourite songs through earphones and looking out as rain drops splatter on the ground one by one, paints quite a common imagery doesn’t it? With the onset of this monsoon season, join me as I talk about what my thoughts are when it rains, what atmosphere rain usually creates and why is it so captivating when it comes to self reflection.
Passion burns a fiery red and Sadness spends her days under the rain. Ambition likes to sit and watch the world burn down and clear the path for her rule, and Selfishness wears bright pink lipstick and stomps over everything. Surprise likes the shade of shock and Hatred splits the Earth in two. People are nothing and everything all at once, people are different emotions draped all at once. It sweeps through them in rivulets, forming and building until it is everything and nothing at all.
The fourth Sunday of July every year which is the 25th of July this year is celebrated as Parent’s Day. The most important thing about Parent’s Day is that all of us identify the contributions of our parents, how much they work for us, be gratuitous towards them, express our love for them and not take them for granted.
Frankly, everything looks quite good on paper. A 10 – year old girl plans her perfect wedding on the back of her notebook only to realize it’s too fancy for her family. A 16 – year old mustered his courage to confess what he felt on a piece of paper, but got beaten up in the school’s backyard. A 25 – year old writes a perfect piece of “resume” to land his dream job but ends up losing this opportunity to his friend. A 32 – year old finally writes a letter to his parents that he is coming home only to find out they are no more. But paper is not reality. What we want to be and what we are two different things. The only option we have is to accept it no matter what happens.