Thursday, 22 February 2018

Dear Soulmate, This One Is For You!

Dear Best Friend,

Would it be a good idea for me to call you my partner-in-crime or a real soul mate!?       

He adores you obviously, make you blush, he remains through all your thick and thin circumstances, and even, influences you to acknowledge why it didn't work out with the others. Dear Bestie, I think you have at last discovered your perfect partner in this stunning man who is obviously your better half at this point. What's more, I couldn't be more joyful for you. In any case, hold up a moment, here's something I need you to know. It would be ideal if you take note of, that in no way does this mean you will stop loving me or any less. 

Actually, I need to let you know – loud and clear – that we are the real soul mates and you'll forever be my first and most eternal love — over anybody I've met or I'll ever meet in my life. 

Here's the reason.

Since you know me inside out, my flaws and beauty and never judged.

There were times when I even chose to abandon me since I thought my fantasies were farfetched and I'm not commendable, but rather you chose to have my back with no desire. You saw me commit the most moronic of errors, you saw me fall. I am a very moody and judgmental; one moment I cherish you like it's nobody's business, and the following, I'll disapprove in each damn thing you say and hold a quiet resentment against you for whatever length of time that I can oversee. In any case, you never whined. While others cleared out, you, then again, stayed and keep confidence in my capacities.

I love you for that!
 Since you show me the best of the sunshine which I refuse to see.

You demonstrated to me the shrouded quality in me and helped me utilize it without bounds. When I committed that horrendous error of surrendering, you were my redeeming quality. You were my certainty through those nerve-wracking snapshots of life. It was not any other person but rather you who helped me locate a superior method to manage the troubles life was hurled at me. Remember when I left the job and packed all my dreams, you were the one took me out from my own miseries and self-pities. Remember, when every time I went to give an interview and you accompany me along to inspect whether I should join that organization or not like an overprotective mother. That’s weird by the way!

But still, I love you for that!
Since you were the partner-in-crime I didn’t get at home.

You were dependably the person who treated me like a sister, much more than that. With you, I realized what a genuine sister bond ought to resemble. Essentially, it's actual significance — sisterhood. At whatever point I was blurred in the dimness, you were the individual I could depend on (you still are). I have shared my everything with you, be it my wildest fantasies or dark secrets, my crazy ideas or lame jokes, my weird dreams or even screenshots of my insane ex-lovers. You know me inside out.

And I really really love you for that!
Since you've generally been the part of my own soul.

I don't know how I'd have managed each one of those heartbreaks and good lord the craziest missteps I never neglect to make. Likewise, the numerous goof-ups that I'm blameworthy of submitting from time to time. You've secured everything for me, and I don't figure some other companion could coordinate to your level on this thing. I'm sad you needed to shoulder the brunt of my errors. I'll generally be appreciated.

You are someone who has been always by my side, in my good or bad times. You might be married to someone and given promises to be in health and sickness, but you know what we share is inexpressible in words. Just when you were getting married, I can’t tell you all those feelings, actually a turmoil of feelings I was going through. I was happy and sad at the same time. You know I don’t feel competitive easily, but that day I was really jealous of your Mr. Perfect!

You have given me everything!

By everything I didn’t mean the sexual pleasures but literally everything (though there are uncountable times when we shared clothes in those tiny changing rooms and saw each other naked :p) You gave me your shoulder to cry over losers, you hated each of my ex and people who hurt me, even more than I do. You took me out for all those boring flop movies only I wanted to see. You clicked a thousand of my stunning pictures.  You managed my tantrums and my mood swings (Mind that, better than any guy I’ve ever been with). 

You shared my drinks, you matched those sexy dance moves on the disco floor, you slapped me every time I smoke, you heard me crying 2 am in the morning, you fought with people over texts for me (Though most of the messages were written by me only, honest :p) You warned me every time I was drooling over some guy more than required, And every time I told you that I’m in love, you gave the instant and epic reply – ‘We’ll talk about this a week later!)

You were my driving partner and my bar hopping partner, my gossip partner and my movie partner and my spa partner and the list will continue to keep growing because we have done so much together.

You understood the things I never said. People were really jealous how we used to talk through our looks without saying a word. You literally hold me back when I was not willing to stand. I love you for that!

And even though you are married and now your husband will take all of your time and attention. Just let him know that you love me more and that we are the real soul mates!

I can’t tell you how much grateful I’m because I got a friend like you in life (who matches my level of craziness as well). And I’m honored that you chose me for being your bridesmaid even after half a dozen sisters. It felt great!

Sorry, I have written a hell long letter and I know you don’t like reading too much. But cut in short, all I wanted to say is – thanks for being my best friend and I’m only a call away whenever you need me. And if you ever cut my phone or won’t pick, I would not scream, I promise. I would just land at your door knocking with all the strength I got and beat the shit out of you!
I love you my soul mate, more than I ever loved anyone!

Your Bestie! 

Tuesday, 13 February 2018

Girls, Be Your Own Superhero Coz Of Course You Can Do IT!

"I think women are scared of feeling powerful and strong and brave sometimes. There’s nothing wrong with being afraid. It’s not the absence of fear, it’s overcoming it and sometimes you just have to blast through and have faith.” - Emma Watson

As women, all we've at any point been strictly asked to do, as far back as we were young girls who looked up to our elders for direction, is to talk delicately, obey without addressing, sit like a woman, bring down our look, and never cuss - among such a large number of other Do's and Don'ts that managed everything we might do.

Skipping forward to 2018, the young ladies inside us now know not to be advised to quiets down and take a seat, and there's no ceasing our thunders, as we make firm and decided strides towards sexual orientation balance. We might be covered, and society will attempt to force their characteristic man centric attitudes on us, however the upheaval surges on over the world, and there's no halting us now.

Here we are fighting for equality and justice. 

Empowering each other in the process of becoming not superior but equivalent. But how about the things we never talked about!? 

How about those dark secrets buried deep down in our hearts, making it hard to breathe!?

We all have a basement in our lives where we put stuff which we never again need to take a gander at however in the meantime we would prefer not to relinquish. 

What's more, some of the time we do need to experience those dusty stairs of our own inside basements to reckon with our own history. Some awful recollections, some broken promises, few unspoken words and a lot of disasters and dark secrets.

Mine are quite ordinary and, in the fantastic plan of things, hell awful!

Be that as it may, don't we all have our own stories and plethora of deep dark secrets!?

There was that one maternal uncle who relatively assaulted me and left me crying on the washroom's floor. Wet in my own sweat and blood! Waiting for somebody to come and protect me. 

So trust me, when I say I've been in hell without knowing its genuine meaning, I'm dead serious!

I felt helpless, frightened and stuck!

I remember the first guy I at any point dated, who went behind my back with not only one as well as three distinct ladies. What's more, yes he wanted to get married to me and keep me forever and with those young ladies he was simply taking a couple of adventurous rides of rollercoaster. 

Well, that’s what I have been told! 

And yes it hurt. 

It hurt progressively when I was intending to go through as long as I can remember with a man who is banging each other woman in his way.

Yet again I felt helpless, frightened and stuck!

Once an auto driver attempted to take favourable advantages of me and took me to those desolate streets where I got no one to help me.

And that’s when I fought back. I scratched his face with my nails, I thrash the shit out of him with his own steel water bottle and he ran away.

I got back home, sat on my washroom floor under my shower and cried for hours.

Oh my goodness, the last person I was in love with and who guaranteed me to keep me like a queen. He tried to control me, he place tracers in my phone, he treated me like crap, he made recordings of me crying on his bed, house arrested me, tortured me for days. He demonstrated love and after that tossed me hard on his bed. He said I was his Shakti and afterward he hold me with my hair and picked hands on me. 

He humiliated me, insulted me, threatened me, blackmailed me to tell everything to my mom and posted my pictures on social media, and pointed fingers at my character.

I trusted him and thought that maybe he is the person who can be my superhero, who will save me from everything terrible and spare me from this malicious world. I completely overlooked that it was he and individuals like him, I was fleeing from. 

The fascinating fairy tale didn’t stay same and things turned out real ghastly and shitty.

The most exceedingly terrible part isn't what all happened and it was me who let him did that to me. It's the way he put this on me. Like it's a fault and curse to be a woman in this world!

Those things happened. On the continuum of horrendous, they were highly terrible. I spent each day of my life tormented by the recollections. Indeed, I've gone months, even years, without pondering how that uncle's finger harmed me down there in my vagina and how my last sweetheart pressed my face with his hands like I'm his personal slave.

In any case, those encounters, exclusively and by and large, sent a specific message. About my worth. About a woman’s place. Its altogether been in the basement, there yet not there.

Furthermore, that is when and where I understood its lone me that must be my own superhero. 

In spite of the fact that I was frightened yet not vulnerable any longer! 

I promised myself to never stall out with something I can't push ahead from.

There were the majority of the guys, over every one of the years, who've said or shouted or whispered stuff while I was out on the roads, purchasing stuff or waiting for cabs; however that’s just the background noise to every woman’s life, the cost of being in a female body.

I've likewise known a lot of good men. In my previous 5 and half year in this enormous metro city, I ran over a portion of the best folks in the whole world. There have been men who employed me, supervised me and worked with me who were only fitting, kind and empowering. There were men who turned into my best pals and who shared my chai-sutta space with me. There were associates who got me sanitary pads when I was bleeding heavily in office.

Along these lines when I began to consider that minute where we'd all lounge around the table, expressing gratefulness, and I started to ponder what I could earnestly be appreciative for after this unpleasant, horrendous, no great awful events of life, my psyche went to those folks. The mentors who didn't snatch or grab. The instructors who showed young ladies and didn't target them. There are bunches of good men, and I'm thankful to them.

Staying in line in the work environment shouldn't be troublesome. Talking truth to control?

 That remaining parts hard. Rather than being thankful to the men who did the base, we have to empower our young girls and let them realize that they are their own saviours.

They are all commendable and that no man is superior to them.

No, I clearly don't need young ladies to endeavour just to be superheroes, somebody like Wonder lady or so. However, I do want them to trust that they have the quality and strength to be the one if they could!

Sunday, 11 February 2018

Follow Your Desire & Be Proud of it!!

I have to tell you something imperative today, before it's past the point of no return!

I have to tell you that you're a distinctive sweetheart!

You exactly know what you need, you know where you need to go, and here and there that panic individuals, since they can't see outside their little world with their little issues who are frightened to trust in somebody who they know could end up in a good place.
They are threatened by you.

You really need to dry those tears now, I have to tell you that you are heading for good things, but only if you are willing to risk everything you have to get it. 

You have a desire, young lady.
I need you to see outside yourself, you know whether this isn't the place you have a place. 

You know whether there is something out there sitting tight for you, and, well, if there's no one out there letting you know, I want you to demonstrate them all off-base.

It's certainly feasible, else, you wouldn't want it, and I guess the question is how bad you do!
Anyone can put on a pretty outfit and imagine, anyone can stop, and anyone can come up with a rationalization. 

You need to hear me out, you have to characterize yourself, you have to figure out how to flourish those black roses on your tree, notwithstanding when they said it is unimaginable, don't give them a chance to recoil you.

I want you to be somebody.

Somebody you can be proud of!

Friday, 2 February 2018

Be Bold & Be Brave!

I've generally been frightened. Terrified of how my associates see me. I've been strived to be as well as can be expected be, yet not "too great" since I would not like to emerge, all so I could fit in.

Changing what I look like or talk so I wouldn't be "extraordinary". I limited my aptitudes, I even acted less savvy than I really am to fit in with my companions.

It's simply so tiring to attempt to fit in and for what?

To resemble each other individual?
It took me a while to understand the way that those things that make you "unique" from every other person, are the things that are most wonderful about you. The minute you understand how extraordinary you are, is where your life really starts.

You will thrive with bliss and brilliance.

In the event that we were all a similar life would be so exhausting. Grasp who you genuinely are. So be striking, be overcome, and don't be hesitant to demonstrate your real nature and be who you truly are.

No more veils or veneers, I need to see the genuine you, the wonderful one that is covering up under there. You are without a doubt worth each ounce of your identity.

So be bold, be brave, and don’t be afraid to show your true colors and be who you really are. 

No more masks or facades!

I’m imperfectly fabulous!!

I’m just being myself, just being what am really I, the real me!

Thinking whatever I like, speaking my mind, being reckless and wild, following my heart, running after butterflies, having daydreams, chasing those dreams, dancing happily in the rain, taking a long drive following the wind, capturing moments in a frame, smiling for the camera, wearing my favorite red lipstick, breaking stereotypes, taking a walk on the beach, leaving my footprints on the wet sand and staring at the waves as they wash it away, my sparkling eyes, my big glasses, my messy hair, my skin color, my smile, my scars, my curves, my laughter and all my imperfections make me feel Fabulous.

I’m imperfectly fabulous!
Fabulous about the way I have lived through all my life.
Fabulous about the life I wish to have.
Fabulous how my mind thinks and my heart debates. Fabulous is me!

Being happy and fabulous is a very personal thing and it has nothing to do with others.
Don’t make others your priority. 
Make yourself a priority, and make your mental health a priority.

Wear your scars proudly as if they’re reminders of your strength. Believe that you’re an incredible masterpiece and nobody but only you can describe YOU better!!

Unfold and Live!

You know it’s all about choices. I truly believe in one thing and that is if something going wrong in your life it’s only because you made wrong choices. You are the one chasing wrong people and you are the one going wrong way.

The choice is only yours!

To run, or walk, or stand! But until when!?

Until when you will blame others for your mistakes. You blame the people around you, you blame the universe for your failures. Though there is nothing wrong in getting failed as they say you value success only if you have tested failures. 

But there will be the time when you will need to stay put.
Now is the time to sit down for a while.

Rest it out.

BREATHE and think!

The only person you're racing with is yourself. This is your path - and your journey. No matter how many times you fall, you will have to get back up for yourself. No one else can live it better but you. No one else exists in it - but you.

STOP and Listen! Listen to the voices of your heart - they'll lead you where you need to be.

You'll trip, and fall. You'll scrape your knee if you're very lucky.

For this journey is too long, and gifted are those that experience it in every possible way. The destination will be the same but journey will be changed. The weather will change, as it should. The special ones in your life will leave. But you will be there to hold on to yourself and fight back.

There will be ups and downs, love and list, fights and peace, storms and amusing. It won't be just another walk in the park.

This is your life!

It's going to rain, and thunder. There will be fire, and storms. The breeze will sometimes dry out your hair, other times it'll send chills down your spine. There will be tears. And laughter. There will be failures and success. Broken promises, and forget me not's.

Remember them all...

They all once mean everything and then at one point they will be vanished just like black clouds above the sky. All the souls that you meet here, will teach you something you need to know. Despite the pain and hatred, they'll teach you to grow.

 Grow. Expand. Evolve. Explode.

Make choices, good or bad, doesn’t matter! But the choice is yours... To run, or walk, or stand... Or maybe just sit down for a while and let it go and see what happens next!?

Maybe, life is waiting with the most beautiful and thrilled surprises for you to unfold and live!

Allow Yourself To Appreciate Your Existence

Enable yourself to acknowledge you are more valuable to this universe than you might suspect. 

Enable yourself to be positive about your appearance and call yourself 'hot', 'attractive', and 'adorable'. 

Enable yourself to give your mind a chance to meander to the wondering of why we, each of us being so totally individual and novel, are alive. 
Enable yourself to have faith in insane dreams that, for the time being, appear to be unthinkable. 

Enable yourself to feel love for, other individuals, as well as for you also. 

Enable yourself to be upbeat, to appreciate life, to go out on that friday night you'd much rather stay lying in bed, where you'd in the long run lament your choice. 

Enable yourself to concentrate on the positive parts of your life, and understand that always agonizing over each easily overlooked detail will just dispose of the astounding attributes about own yourself. 
Enable yourself to appreciate the seemingly insignificant details throughout everyday life, as they may not generally last. 

As we again and again enable ourselves to get wrapped up in the negative parts of our life, continually wanting to be better or continually wishing we could've accomplished something else.

The truth of the matter is, we are our identity, and we were made along these lines which is as it should be. Furthermore, the past? that is the past. 

Not the present, not what's to come. 

When it's set, it's finished. 

Perhaps it wasn't the best choice on the planet, however you picked and followed up on it, and now there's no switching off to it. We do the things we improve the situation a reason, and each of our choices modify our life in an unexpected way. 

In the event that we didn't settle on the awful choices or the great choices, nothing in our life could ever change. 
The fact of the matter is, you shouldn't be frightened of being cheerful. Try not to enable your pessimistic contemplations to assume control, as a great many people do. Carry on with your life minus all potential limitations and don't lament anything. 

What's more, particularly, always remember that your reality implies something more than you can understand and you do have a point in this life, regardless of whether you may not realize what it is currently.

Because you my darling are valuable than the Universe!!!!