I hope

Beautiful Humankind, 

In one not-so-worthy-day,
When you know that your world is falling apart
I hope,
Even in those days
You get the ability to make yourself smile

In one not-so-worthy- day,
When your lover tells you
That he doesn’t love you anymore,
I hope,
You have the strength to know that
You love yourself.

In one not-so-worthy day,
When you couldn’t stand near someone else’s expectations,
I hope,
You know you are not to change for others.

In one not-so-worthy-day,
When you feel a little low,
Even at that point
I hope,
You remain your favourite, Always.

In one not-so-worthy day,
When somebody manages to make you believe,
That you aren’t the prettiest by look,
I hope,
You remind him that you have the beautiful soul.

More than anything,
I hope,
You never ever lose the confidence
To be yourself.



Looking within

Beautiful Humankind,

I don’t know what deserves to be called as a beautiful life or how do we differentiate between the right and the wrong.  In the middle of a dizzy night, as I think of introspecting myself, I find that I certainly haven’t gathered the talent of making myself feel good and peaceful every time. I mean, I know not all of us are at the best phase of our lives or are happy doing everything one had ever wondered, but I do know this is not the kind of peace I had thought of myself. As I introspect myself and get things clear into my head about the things I dream of, the life I am living, the way I am dealing with the situations, I don’t know but I don’t feel the best.  At this point of time, I realise, I could definitely have been the better.

I think not all of us are able to speak about our fears and weaknesses to the people around. We had rather talk to people about something happy rather than gloomy and just let the dark part go. But you know, you need that one person with whom you could heartily speak about all your weaknesses and you know that they will never judge you, never. And yes, at the same time when I speak of blessings, these are the kind of blessings I am talking about. People you could speak your heart out with, an old man blessing you while you help him cross the road, friends that help you hold a little longer. I think we need a moment still from this chaos called life to talk and introspect about our weaknesses and sort things out. At the end, isn’t it the way you find peace with yourselves and make yourselves better?


Hey, Lover
I don’t want you to tell me,
that you love me,
I mean, not every day
Rather, tell me that you like my words
That you like the way I talk,
that you like the excitement in my voice,
Or maybe just the way I laugh at your silly jokes,
Oh! Wait, I won’t mind if you don’t send me morning wishes,
but maybe someday, some good day, I’d like to hear,
“Good morning, Sweetheart!”  Or Maybe,
During days when I’m asleep early,
you’d just leave some long texts,
or maybe some short texts,
which kind of reminds me, that I’m good,
and that how glad you are to have me,
For what matters to me,
More than anything else
Are your words,
Some kind loving words.

Coffee house

Let me pick my pen
and my favourite little notebook,
to list down the essentials,
And tell you what my dream looks like,
A small coffee house in the middle of
a busy street,
A place for everyone; happy souls, friends, professionals, lovelies
just to have your time,
A book in the shelf with my autograph,
I’d rather say, “A bestselling international book”
Little green pots hanging in the middle,
with a little sunshine all over,
soft music talking to you in silence
I and the waiters will converse with you about happiness
will talk to you about your sparkles,
About life.  and on days that are too short,
A cup of coffee will make you just fine,
A theme that will ask you to be happy,
To constantly be cheerful,
A little library to help you get lost,
Glass windows to help you fly,
And coffee and good food to help you dream a little higher,
Oh! And once again you will fall in love
With this place and with yourself.

Finding home

Beautiful Humankind,

When I was a little grown up, I most often came across this quote, “Never find a home in person.” You know, I didn’t really believe in it. At least not in the first instance. I’ve always believed people to be lovely. I’ve always seen people to be wonderful, who have that miracle of making everything better,  and who are always there to help each other out. Gradually, when I grew up and when I learnt some basic practical knowledge of life, I realized how deep the meaning is. You never know, what the other person feels about you. And what if one fine day, the person you found your home in leaves you on an empty road and you’ve lost your way. You never know, when your world may collapse in front of your eyes and you are left with just yourself. Where do you go then?

I think it’s the best to tell yourself, “I’ve got your back.” So, it’s like whenever you feel your world falling, you have you. And does that make you feel better? Certainly, yes.

Au revoir

Beautiful Humankind,

It’s almost been a day at this new place. And I never thought this is how I’ll be defining the word new. Dad, not even one face looks familiar. I swear. Not even one. It’s like I’m smiling at some strange people whom I never thought will be so important in my life.

Mom, I received your call today and I can’t express how much I missed you. I really do not know whom do I share all my feelings with. I can’t call you every now and then. Can I? Everybody will think I’m insane and I don’t want them to know that I’m. Dad, you know what, I hug everyone out there who has come to see the new bride. They offer me blessings and I smile back saying, “Thank You.” This is what I learnt. But dad, you know what, do you remember that day when I was back from my hostel? I had a really long day and my flight got delayed by 5 hours. Dad, it was pretty late that day. It was winter; it got dark, really dark. I saw you at the airport with that smile, and dad I don’t know, it was like for some seconds I didn’t feel that I had a long day. The glitter in your eyes made everything so pleasing. And papa I love the way you hug me. You just make me feel so comfortable. Yes, dad, I do understand that my new family, Oh! I mean, “My home” is good and they will make me happy every now and then. But dad, you are you and mom is mom. You can never be replaced. My family will always be my family. How could you even think that your little girl will make everything look so perfect so easily? I’m not that magical, dad.

Grandma told me the other day that she likes the way I am. Too much talkative is what she meant. She should’ve seen me here today. I don’t know dad, everybody, here tells me that I’m so silent. With time I’ll be fine, right? Mom, I couldn’t sleep last night. The bed isn’t like the one we have at home. It’s too much spongy. And the room, it’s too big for me. It isn’t messy either. There are no soft toys around which I can hug tight and sleep. Mom, I don’t know how I will handle the taste of the food I make. I know it is going to be tasteless. Mom, I sound so miserable right now. I should’ve learnt to make good food.

Bhua called me up yesterday. I told her that I’m completely good. And my hubby, oh! Yes, he makes me happy. But the truth is I miss all of you. And I don’t know if I will ever stop missing you all a little less. We completed all the rituals here. And it was a big day for me. Everybody here is really good dad but nevertheless, they aren’t you. They aren’t the family I’m accustomed to. And they aren’t the ones I have deeper connections with.

Oh, Mom. Did I tell you that like my favourite balcony here is a little balcony with little pots and flowers? I can sit there and look at the busy streets, read a book, or do nothing. I’m so glad to find that at least there is something that resembles home.

Mom, do you remember how I have always told you that maybe I will never be ready for something like a marriage. I wasn’t even ready yesterday. I wasn’t mom. The thought of a big fat wedding freaks me out. Mom, at this moment, I don’t know what home looks like. I just find it so weird to be here smiling at everybody like a complete idiot. I want to cry. I want to hug you and cry harder. I miss each one of you. I miss the way I used to be at home. I miss the way I used to wait for dad to come back from office. I miss everybody way too much. Dad, I can sense that I no longer have that glitter in my eyes when I see people. I don’t really feel good. Mom, the new home doesn’t look like home. Can I do a little drama and come back to my real home, please?

Hey, Happiness!

Beautiful Humankind,

It kind of makes me happy to see people being cheerful around. I give a wye smile when I see the little kid holding a balloon and dancing all over. I find it just good to see happy couples around, teasing each other and spreading the love. I feel glad to hear some kind words like, “Thank you.” Or maybe “You’re beautiful.”  Or what about, “I know you’ll do it well.” You know, such kind words aren’t just words; such words make your day worthy. It kind of makes my heart glitter with joy to find that mom believes in me, even when I tell her, “I don’t know what is up with my career.”  I find is just so amazing to see people being creative and doing something that they completely love rather than being just successful. I like artists, and singers and writers and painters and people who are jolly and who make you feel jolly. I kind of want best friends like Ron and Hermione, who sends you a letter every vacation. It kind of makes me feel happy to see paintings and listen to music that has so much of essence within. It completely amuses me to see so many people in the coffee houses who are just so happy and delighted engrossed with a cup of coffee and some board game. It kind of makes me think how beautiful the world is and how pretty people are around.  It just makes me feel beautiful.  I wonder, don’t we all have the power to make ourselves feel beautiful?

Two cents’ worth

Beautiful Humankind, 

We’d do better if life was easier than pronouncing “Sixth sick sheikh’s sixth sheep sick.” But apparently, not everything is easier like, “Easy peasy lemon squeezy.”

Things I’ve started telling myself in a loop.

  1. Not everyone will love you like the way you love them. Not everyone will respect you and your opinions like you respect theirs. You just need to know who is worthy of all your love and care and who is not.
  2. Not everything messy is supposed to be bad. You’re messy but you are not bad.
  3. With time, you’ll learn that even your loved ones hurt you at times. You either rant about it, or you shed your tears or do not react, it is all upon you. But remember taking care of yourself. You’re your first priority.
  4. Sorting things out is the one and only solution. You need to learn to let go of things and understand what the other person has to say. Don’t let your anger suppress any positive vibrations coming along your way. Moreover, don’t make your life a melodrama you’d start regretting.
  5. Learn; learn to respect that everyone is going through something we could not even imagine. The least you can do is to be kind, gentle and humble.
  6. There is nothing called an “issue”. You have an issue if you don’t love yourself. Everything else is just fine.




Your Way

I want to,
Learn to talk to me
know how to paint, and to write music
to be free and cheerful
and to enjoy my company,
So that
at one phase,
When I’m sick of the daily routine,
of boring days and lazy nights,
of the unsettled life,
At that point of time,
Even if he, she and you, give up on me,
I don’t want to give up on myself.

Self-healing is not just important.
It’s the only way out.

The sparkle 

Beautiful Humankind,

We describe people. We describe places. We pretty much describe anything and everything. I’d like to ask you something. If you were to describe yourself, how’d you do that?

This one is for me, Myself.  Okay, if you feel like judging me, no worries. Feel free to do so. Cause’ I’m sure my friends won’t and I don’t care about the rest.

I’m not a very messy kind of a person. But apparently, I like messy hair with a bun. They give me a feeling that I’m free and jolly. And also that not everything messy is supposed to be bad.

Trust me on this, I’m not good at managing everything in my life, not even my cupboard. But at the same time, relations matter to me. I’ m much of an emotional kind of a person and talking about human nature, I’m much susceptible to it. For me, there is nothing that could ever replace the priority that my close friends and my family hold. They’re glued on the top of my priority list. I’m blessed with people like them. And they are the key to my heart. Even on a bad day, I love them.

I don’t like small talks. Talk to me about stars, and dreams and life and it makes sense to me. I like people who speak with the sparkle in their eyes. I literally love them. And I love people who’re fascinated by the stars. Tell me, who doesn’t like stars? I can talk to you endlessly about the stars. I find them way too pretty. I don’t know why and how but every now and then, the trees, the wind, the sun rays, they make me feel lively. I’ve always been inclined towards the beauty of nature.

I’ll tell you, hate isn’t a word for me. I don’t use the word “hate” until and unless I truly hate it. I believe, dislike is a better word. Another considerable fact about me, I can’t get mad at someone for too long. And with too long I mean not even a day. If by any chance, I had a fight and it isn’t sorted, I couldn’t sleep the entire night. Therefore, I hate fights. Doesn’t matter small or big, I hate it for my good.

Yes, another bad thing about me. Sorry doesn’t make sense to me. I rarely apologize and I rarely take sorry into consideration. Instead, I believe in Thank you’s. I thank for the littlest of deeds everybody does. And I get happiness in thanking them.

I pretty much laugh at everything. Apart from some blue days, I’m much of a happy kind of a person. I like the optimistic me. I love myself. And I feel complete in the way I am. I’m glad that at least for a nano- second, I can make people smile.

My friends tell me that I overthink but I think they’re wrong. I think, I just think a little more than them. What say?

I like to see myself smiling and confident in the morning. Can anything beat the charm of a jolly person? With them, they make you happy too, right?