Okay,so if we have everything still we crave for something better,unsatified!If we score 99%,we crave for that 1%,unsatisfied.If we have all the apples of life,we still will compare our lives with others,whether we check instagram,facebook..as soon as we see others making us feel bad by posting their happening lives,we become unsatisfied.Why?
Why this happens we can’t take elation in our own surroundings?Why post everything on social media like others?Is that the real way to show we are happy?We need to let peace kiss us,when it actually wants to.
We need to be satisfied in what we have,if it’s hard,we should practice it,till we excel in it.
P.S-Bless this day,as I pen down to write something unwritten for ages now.Bless my laptop keys as they hit the free spirit that I wonder is still alive in me.So much deep thoughts can really hit like stone and make the aura perhaps uncomfortable.But guess what?That’s my genre,so I still will write WHATEVER comes in my mind.
I got married a week ago,with all the decorative designs of mehandi..I still looked the amazing of all which even my darling husband agreed.When getting married,I had a row of turbulent thoughts about my marriage..the bondages that I had heard of,the orthodox family I shall be entering..with no benevolence towards the new bride.My brother teased me the amount of tedious work I shall be doing,but my life was not what has been raved in the small village of Tamil Nadu.I knew since my childhood,God had a special coloured box for me..in which he stored all the mesmerizing things that could be hard for others to achieve.I was a sturdy child and a lady of strong belief.It was always hard to shake my rigid belief,for anyone.
Post marriage,my life did change much,with the amount of roars I got to prepare all the sumptuous dishes which was like I was supposed to be the great Indian chef even if my sisiter- in law’s food tasted alkaline to be precise.Apart from all the major dressing changes that I went through and I know how much I hated to put bindi each single day on my forehead,there was something delicate that filled the void in my desolated life.My husband’s tall,chivalrous posture made me tickled since the day we tied the unbreakable knot.The vows meant nothing perhaps the time I chose him,but later I inhaled all the mirth of it.The air in which we lived was amazingly divine,like nothing could beat the heat,no matter what.The disputes always ended in roses.He,never failed to put a morning dewy smile on my face and that was my only makeup I remember,besides the bindi of course.I knew,post marriage my laws are going to be tough for me or even the new house won’t fulfill my insatiable desires for almost all the things.But,I have had him..for now..forever.I knew that was all I desired.
And,today..I wear my bindi substantially for him,with my fragile smile still being my best makeup.
P.S- Don’t hit the like button prior reading this post,you won’t hurt my feelings.
The knives of the past have been sharp enough to give me bruises,so vindictive that a hole remains today even,untouched and unloved.I walk forward to kiss the sky,however I see myself still struggling leaving the ground for my feet are fixed,settled permanently as if.
I need the air,fresh or stale..who cares?I want to breathe like nothing shall kill me more.The charisma in me is ho heroic,oh yes I know that part when I am a valiant like lioness,then I tell myself I need not anyone to comfort my bruises..whom am I kidding?Even a tiny droplet needs that sparkling vibrant leaf to accentuate its beauty..I am just a human,who has fallen alone,stood alone,and then walked alone..yes I want to kiss the love bubbles,yes I want that bubble to hug my sorrows so firmly that neither the sky nor the earth could stop my zeal.
I want to let go that brutal past,I want to kiss my inner-self,I want to start feeling my emotions,enough with the dark numb like phase,I want to rise..I shall rise for my limits are unknown.
I shall unveil all the hidden smashing truths that have been hidden in that dark pitch.Enough with the cuts and thorns for I allow my soul to touch the happiness I deserve,I know I shall..I know I will.
P.S -Dedicated to all those who find it hard to let go that heinous past,for you know you are capable of much more amazing things in life.