Brightening up the vast skies and adding colours to the dull canvas. The skies are dull just before the dawn. The darkest. Then you see a glimmer of light. like a slice of cheese. Then growing rapidly. It then turns the sky greyish blue, sometimes purplish. When the sun comes. You get to see burst…
Be Kind, Be aware of your actions and how they impact others and will they bear good or bad consequences on others. Above all, treat people with respect.
Calmness. P/S : While watching the stars on the way back home, I saw a shooting star. It was indeed magical. The sky was clear, vast – filled with tiny sparkling lights. Was really pretty. It made me slow down. My thoughts and heart rate. Made me feel nice because I finally had the time…
All I need to hear is just me breathing. I need to count my breath. In Out. In and Out. Again and again. Repetitively – and close my eyes. Today marks breakdown number 2. All these question in my head. Questions questions questions. And thought thoughts thoughts. Pro and cons pro and cons pro and…
Why don’t you .. Be Daring, Darling.
That Same Spot.
Today my spirit is entirely broken. My mental strength and EQ has diminished to a point – where I reach a land of questions. No, no – question. ” Is it worth it? ” What I am today, what will I be tomorrow, is how I think and act now. I am the winner, and…
Things I don’t Understand.
1) Why 1 is 1. 2) How physics work. It just makes too much sense that it’s mind-blowing. 3) What goes on in a parents’ head. 4) Why is there traffic jam? 5) Fibonacci Series. 6) Markov Chain. God – until today. 7) Why do fats in my body grows exponentially. 8) Feelings. 9) People….
Anyone who wants to be somebody; has to show up for classes.
Writing has always been an outlet. To outpour the chaotic feelings and thoughts of my daily ups and downs. Sometimes it literally feels like I’m talking to the wall, but I love that. Every now and then I get an encouraging statement on the topics,how,what and they way I write – which is splendid too….
When the inner stuffs really matter.
Those who are broken hearted are the real lucky and blessed ones. Heart beats fast, colours in the sky and promises. All of my doubts go away somehow when I’m with him. Or – its just because I’m preoccupied. No – he makes all my doubts go away. Occasionally, now and then, I find myself…