I Speak my mind

As I gaze up at the stars, I can't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder. The universe is so vast, so mysterious... and I'm just a small part of it. It's a humbling realization, one that makes me pause and reflect on my own existence. What am I, really? A tiny speck in the grand scheme of things? A fleeting moment in the annals of time? I think about Carl Sagan's words, 'The universe is not only much stranger than we think, it is stranger than we can think.' It's a reminder that there's so much more to life than what we can see and touch. As I stand here, lost in the vastness of the universe, I feel a sense of gratitude for what  I've been given. It's a reminder to live each day with intention, purpose, and appreciation for the time I have.

The Delhi Metro was once my literary escape. Crammed shoulder-to-shoulder with commuters, I would steal moments to devour books. The rhythmic rumble of the train, the murmur of conversations, the symphony of the city – it all blended into a comforting background score for my reading sessions. Each stolen page was a victory, a brief immersion into another world amidst the urban chaos. It was a simple pleasure, yet one that resonated deeply. 

There's a certain pleasure in taking a break, sipping a cup of tea, and immersing yourself in the sights and sounds of nature. The gentle breeze, the rustling leaves, the vibrant colors – it all has a calming effect that can melt away stress and leave you feeling refreshed. Spending time in nature improve your mood, and even enhance your creativity.  So next time you're feeling overwhelmed, take a moment to step outside and reconnect with the natural world. You might just be surprised at how much better you feel afterward.

Among the strong, I've found my place, Respectful awe in every face. Humility, a gift they bring, A truth that makes my spirit sing. Life's tapestry, a vibrant weave, Where all are threads, we must believe.

I don't have anymore words to say, I don't know what to say. Deep inside somewhere I knew the day would come. I am a coward who didn't want to face that. I Never had the strength to face the truth. I never wanted to be aware of her suffering. I always wanted to see her as a vibrant, funny, pushy friend. I refused the reality and cling on to my mental image of how things should be. She was always strong, wilful, outspoken. People used to say she was rude as she didn't care, her attitude was "whatever man...". I kind of idolised her. I knew I would never be able to like her.... Open, Straight, Blunt. I don't know how I feel... a kind of frustration and discomfort inside. I started to go to deep thoughts in the middle of  conversations. But  I didn't cry when I heard the news. Am I at fault for not being able to shed tears?. One thing is for sure, I miss her, I don't want to believe that she doesn't exist anymore. She taught me Hindi when I was ne

People now a days started to identify themselves with their religious identity or God. They are making a lot of effort to safeguard what they see to be their god, their way of life, and their identity. But they failed to realise that the more they attempt to associate their actions with their god, their religion, and their way of life, the more these things are associated with them. Our actions and our doings reciprocate our beliefs.