Tranquil Rhythms

 All of us have our own fateful day, and on one such day; if we're lucky enough, life brings to us someone - someone who brings us love, light and hope; someone who changes our life and everything around us; someone who changes us! It's almost as if everything that never seemed to make enough sense, begins to gain meaning. It's almost as if everything that seemed to be falling out of place, begins to get back in perfect order. Everything- everything including ourselves changes for the better! Life gains beauty and in this beauty is hidden the greater beauties of our existence.... This someone can be anyone- a family member, a friend, a pet; Anyone who helps us in unravelling the best part of our lives and the greatest aspect of our personality! Like a gush of fresh breeze, this someone almost miraculously comes into our life. They brighten up our lives just like the first ray of warm winter sunshine;  they teach us to live, they teach us to love, they teach us to care and s...

Happy Women's Day Everyone!!!!  Here's a huge shoutout to every woman who's reading this  💖. You deserve to be celebrated every day for being who you are- for being short, for being tall, for being fair, for being dark, for being feminine, for being tomboyish, for being quiet, for being outspoken, for being stubborn, for being obedient, and above all-  For spreading love and caring without a condition ; You deserve to be celebrated every day, every moment. We certainly don't need a special day to acknowledge your presence in our lives, we don't need a special day to celebrate ourselves; but today we should take the opportunity to embrace who we are without placing any boundaries on who we could be. Always remember, the power always lies within and therefore, our empowerment also begins within us. As long as we don't imagine any barriers on what we could achieve, there's no one and nothing that can stop us; It's for us to believe that we can "Break ...

A war is never about raising arms against each other, A war is always about raising arms against humanity. A war is never about the politics, A war is always about the lost peace. A war is never about the power, A war is always about the pain.                       **** There's death and destruction and destruction everywhere, There's tears and blood everywhere. So many lives shattered; And, so many families scattered. So many newborns lose their lives even before they could appreciate what life is; And, so many unborn children who would never see the light of this world.  ****  The war for them, you see, brings nothing but loss; Those innocent people..... That mother who lost her children, That girl who lost her beloved, Those children who lost their father, And, that wife who lost her husband. **** And so, for all I know, A war is never about the VICTORY- not for anyone; A war is always about a never ending tale of LOSS-...

 Remember those good, old childhood days?  Remember waiting for Santa Claus on Christmas eve?  And how could we ever forget that excitement of waking up and unwrapping our Christmas gifts ?? This was a childhood ritual for many of us and there's no denying that we absolutely loved this ritual. But it was only at a much later stage that I realized that this custom of waiting for gifts had a much greater significance than what actually met the eye. This realization dawned on me some five years back.....  That was also a Christmas evening, I was on a holiday and I was walking down the beach. Everything was so picturesque, the sun setting at the horizon- a beautiful orange hue. The sky was also rapidly changing color, it turned from a pale blue to a very pretty pink and then it turned into a fiery orange color - A perfect Christmas evening. It was as if the setting sun was kissing the glimmering sea waves. And then soon enough- it was dark everywhere around;  a cool...

  I vividly remember that day, when for the first time I had been called- "outdated" . I was some twelve years old at that time and.... I won't lie - it did feel bad ! There were so many times when, I felt changing myself would make me more acceptable. But, I was quick enough to realize that if I would change myself ; I would also lose my originality and in doing so, I'll also lose the essence of my personality. And, more so, even if I did change myself; they would still call me names - today they were calling me old school, tomorrow they'll call me something else.   How many times would I change myself just because Someone thinks that I'm Something ?? With so many years down the lane ; And so many times of being called the same names.... If someone feels that I'm boring and back dated'  just because I don't indulge in what's considered "Cool" & "Trending", then, I'm Happy being that way. And... Vintage is something ...

They sat beside each other, underneath a pretty spring sky, their fingers intertwined. " Love it is ", he claimed in a voice that reflected confidence. Her soft, black eyes glimmered and therein shone a dream- of a beautiful future ahead. There was nothing but Love in her heart; and her mind couldn't fathom even one-tenth of a second without having him by her side. All she wished for was to hold on to him, for now and for the eternity to come ..... But Did his heart wish to hold on to her ? His eyes- the color of hazelnut and his soft, brown hair... There was a charm about him, no doubt. But Did the shimmer in his eyes resonate the promise of that beautiful future ? Was it indeed Love ?? ... A difficult question that is ... They say, "All good things come to an end" and so did this..... Her heart shattered into a million pieces, her knees froze. She couldn't move and even though; her heart wanted to blurt out a million words, she could only manage to let h...