Her Story: Stranger on Train

through hustle bustle of life, with check list of things to do, light headache she was heading to work that morning car, train, tram switches etc.

Whilest on train, suddenly she found herself in odd trap of time, calm but moving, sensory dull but trigger sublime and then she heard a mid age lady singing in foreign language right next to her, probably repeating the music on her headphones.

She was beautifully lost in world of her music, pouring her heart out loud without care of world. That mid age lady had beauty of soul, innocence which was reflecting through her skin, her mumbling lips, innocent face..

And she thought aren’t people most beautiful and inspiring when they are lost in thier self, least bothered by anomalies of world. In that moment, she wanted to search herself again.

To idolic struggles of Millenials

They say it takes courage to walk on unbeaten path, many of us in todays generation jumped at doing something different some out of habit some out of curiosity but soon enough we were at those twist and turns which made us think of that statement ” it takes courage to walk on unbeaten path”.

Right there hold that thought, while we all think we are revolutionaries and walking on unbeaten path, flaunting our courage to lead unique life; take a deep breath and turn around see a literal breakdown of what we are doing goes as below,

A. Feeding our passions, beliefs.

B. Making money to meet our needs.

C. Scrambling to meet societal norms or scrambling to fight them- many aspects of them.

D. Try to hold onto our individual concepts of relationships.

In this order or other..

Now think, are we doing something in generic sense which our previous generation didn’t, probably not. However in actuals what we are doing is something which was never done in detailed sense and hence we are courageous in our own way, inspired yet clueless.

This breaks the traditional concept of idols in some way, cause in one era of time i suppose, there were people who could lead us on path, all these leaders are now life coaches telling us generic life lessons which we struggle to fit as is in our lives. Don’t mistake what am saying here but I respect, teachers, guides, all those random people on street which unknowingly spread the cues essential for life but what you make of it is your individual reciepe for better and for worse.

Also for same reason you need to surround yourself with people who feed to soul, intellect, passion and needs to reach the wholistic aim of this human life and use the scattered thoughts, feedback to make your own life.

I started to write this thinking, I need someone to hold my hand and tell me how to walk this walk but more I look around, I see how much unique life case yet generically most common life n problem statement I am working through.

Life can be simple or complex as you make it, so breath in breath out and bring in your pioneering soul and common person hat and walk through life for good, bad or ugly..

You’ve got it better than anyone you know can. That’s the courage part I opened with 😉

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Her Story : Gratitude

I don’t know if anyone really thinks about it in length, am sure we all have felt someone dear to us slipping away in moments. I had people in my life, I have very fond memories with which I can revive and relive. I have some of these people travel far away in journey of life, I felt it, I regretted it, I may have rebelled or tried to hold on some of them and let some of them go with grace.
The very meaning of life is journey, not destination as we all live these tiny destinations while we live, love, laugh and cherish some moments together. Unknowingly these long lost people become part of your story.
Do you let them go?? maybe yes, sometimes consciously, other times unconscious. But they remain part of something bigger which is within you to live forever with. They call it Gratitude!!
But like Dr Mereditg Grey said in distinct context: “Gratitude. Appreciation Giving thanks. No matter what words you use, it all means the same thing: happy. We’re supposed to be happy. Grateful; for friends, family, happy to just be alive. Weather we like it or not. Maybe we’re not supposed to be happy. Maybe gratitude has nothing to do with joy. Maybe being grateful means recognizing what you have for what it is. Appreciating small victories. Admiring the struggle it takes simply to be human. Maybe we’re thankful for the familiar things we know. And maybe we’re thankful for the things we’ll never know. At the end of the day the fact that we have the courage to still be standing is reason enough to celebrate.”
Isn’t it?!

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Her story: serenity

Some times good people do bad things! Unfortunately with them it’s almost always knowingly but unconscious.. not sure how to break it down, but once who know such will understand the meaning!
It burns them to know, to do and later to feel. I have learned in life, almost always one needs all that for things thereafter to fall in place. Sometime they simmer in oven of time, swell, ooze but eventually what stays is what they were about to loose..calm, collected serenity of being good not just nice.

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Message-backspaced

To the messages who lost thier life in roll of backspace..
You know there were those words, feelings, expressions, laughs and tears which slid under carpet of life. They weren’t the once, who didn’t deserve the sunlight of day or star studded sky of stunning night; they were the once who met thier destiny without waiting to be delivered.
I am the one from era of handwritten letters; starting with dear and ending with yours!
I have travelled long way from words on paper era, to the hit one key four times Nokia sms years, to pour out your heart touchscreen texting.

Three decades and long journey in written communication.

The beauty though remains locked in backspace of touch screens. Same as bin in the library desk or wall of Juliets, those torn sheets of papers or unposted letters.
That’s the comfortable yet awkward space between expression and repercussions-the edge of flipped coin!
These backspaced messages are something which our cautious mind holds off from saying, sometime it prevents the disastourous reaction, or heartbreak on either ends even between friends, sometime it’s just beauty of unknown and pain of untold.
Whatever it is, the golden time they lasted; they saved us from the good, the bad or the ugly hidden across the backspace.
Even though they weren’t delivered, you’ll always know in your heart they existed and were only yours!! Only yours!

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Her Story: Fragile

In the storm of life she had seen much worse, she had lived boldly on her terms, dangerously on occasions to feel reckless. She has been strong in avalanches of time, held her values high and never gave a second thought before melting for once she cared about. The whole hearted presence was her thing then.
Only to realize one day that she is scared of lightening and struggles to sleep on stormy nights. To realize she’s struggling to be there for herself let alone anyone. Also she of all, can fall apart to limit where efforts to keep standing, keep going feel futile. She rather fall into pieces, hold the silence and break a little more.
The girl built tough finds rescue in fragile sticker of check in baggage sliding away!

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Emptiness

Just before on abc news, I was looking at empty train stations, streets and beaches of Sydney, NSW. Which took me to a conversation with a friend about feeling of emptiness, that non visible cavity in smack center of your chest while you live with loss or loneliness, it unknowingly amplifies value of a warm hug.
Hasn’t last couple years been trailor of all individual emptiness, which gradually got exposed in all of us with sneaky little steps. First we all treated it like vacation we never had, then the scare stepped in and we were overtly vigiliant trying to bury our fears by gaining more knowledge or amusing ourself by video social trends, sour dough breads and arts projects. Later we gradually grew defeated and agreed to this ordeal. Lost the peace every other time we heard this calamity taking away people, lost calm on human stupidity spiking irrational behaviours. Some people like us gradually went into thier shell not wanting to open up, trying to be emotion less mechanical being.
I learned it just made us feel even more empty losing our sympathetic and empathetic connections.
Some losses were very personal to some of us and others not so much and yet again 5km travel limits, curfews and lockdown broke us away from our usual network or even places we used to find peace at. We all tried being self engrossed just to keep up, lot of us did invest time in self exploration and here we are still sitting with our question marks about how new normal of world will look like.
While I write this, I think of all emptiness I individually faced and all rebuilding I managed to survive with my close once through this panademic.
Funny enough we all survived our COVID19 story in different ways but emptiness was the common theme; which taught us a lot, made us re- establish sense of community, brought us down to vulnerable levels making us realize human limitations and tolerances.
Also open our eyes to rat races and rut of life we all have been running in, non valuable baggages we were carrying, and gave sense of survival beyond emptiness of heart, streets or soul.
Maybe afterall, emptiness isn’t that bad?!

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Her Tales..love for imperfections

She wondered while lost in her dreams, aren’t we all imperfect in our own ways..
Imperfect in way we deal with situations, way we dream, way we treat people and get treated in return. On dawn of her 30 something birthday, she kindled all the imperfectly beautiful moments she had in life and the artist in her savoured on beauty of those distorted imperfections which made her path in life.
Wondered if she would change it given a chance.

She was aware the imperfections gave enough heartache to the perfectionist in her but she wouldn’t think of ever changing them.

Maybe she was finally opening up to the little imperfection in her..maybe it was beginning of new life!!

Her Tales..said in eyes

she was that girl, her eyes could never hide her smiles, her cheeky pranks,her curious stares, her mesmerized thoughts, nor her sadness, and niether her hurt.

One day she stood in front of mirror brushed her teeth, fixed up her hair and looked up and stared at herself. She noticed her eyes..those one’s without shine. She made faces, tried posing, pretended to smile, laugh..no, nothing! At last she stopped, she knew she had walked a long walk.

Now all she had to do is bring back her soulful eyes. Journey that was must!!

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Her tales- event

It’s been different life she has been living over last year. The year or more of COVID isolation had made her question lot of her choices, prejudice, judgements, way of life and more.

she had been running on pulse lately, more metaphorically as whole world was in lockdown. She broke few real barriers though by questioning her needs, comfort zones but of all of them that no network island trip changed her.

Going deep in sea looking at that miraculous world, rhythm at which life moves and exists; beyond knowledge something changed in her.

Not sure if she was little more brave, little more lost or just managed to grab hold of her very own rhythm..

Thinking about it she wondered don’t the moments which change your life where you can clearly see before and after known as events?!

She believed this was one😊

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