Peace, Joy, Love; INSIDE ME

Acceptance Once upon a time, there was a little boy Dhruv. He was full of spirit, joy, and, curiosity. Whatever new or exciting thing he sees becomes the reason for his smile. He loves everything about him and loved his friends and family. As he gets older, he saw people making fun of him smiling more, being more loving, and doing things that he loved about himself. With time the little boy Dhruv losses his joy, curiosity, and spirit of cheerfulness. This lead to him disowning the smile he always used to keep on his face.  This story is not unique. We all hold our story just like Dhruv in our lives, where self-acceptance is replaced with self-forgetting. Self-forgetting or self molding for others creates malice (Hiding self pain or hurt by hurting others) No one in this world can accept or forgive others unless they have not accepted or forgiven themselves. Over the year I have learned that people who are hurt inside, hurt others to hide the pain they are holding deep inside. Dhruv...

Breakdowns Breakdowns, collapse, and fallbacks are ironically that part of one's journey where one only sees the present and not the past or future, which is present, the balanced vision. amazing, right?  Here is a little video for my lovely readers who give me their precious time to see the creative little blogposts I post. I love you all so much. Video by Jessie & Ryan's Adventure Vlogs We all have our expectations, goals, and experiences towards different situations. I too have my goals and outcomes of my reactions to situations. There are days when I just don't feel motivated enough to do anything (things that I am supposed to do) and ruin my energy on drainers like youtube, Instagram, basically my phone. This all happens just like a wave when the damage done is seen only after the wave is gone but If I take some time out to do something out of creativity or something I like that is reading, writing, and doing my "do your thing" then that becomes a real br...

The Little tales of ours My blog posts are nothing but little stories that have had happened or stories that I create. I remember that one day our college professor told us, "Why do you want to live somebody's lived reality when you can create your own marvelous one?" At that moment I was gaged by that statement. There are so many little moments that we can take and let those small stories color our big stories. I have written about my small moments that came out to be the giant little ones. I found peace in writing my own stories and sharing them on this blog. It also helped me be creative in writing. Maybe writing your own stories does make you fall in love with yourself. Image source If someone asks me what is your story. I would tell my giant little stories that made the episodes of my seasons and then the whole picture. I used to think that what if that happens to me or what if I could have done that. This is nothing but an act of erasing our creations. I am proud of...

Friendships I've always been blessed when it comes to having good people around; that we call our friends. There's a saying that we never get a chance to choose our siblings/cousins, parents, grandparents, and relatives but we always have the fortune to pick our friends. I have a lot of memories that are so close to my heart that I am going to remember. If I have to recall my very first friendship, It would be when I was around 6-7 years. It was the age when all we do is play, have fun, and just mess around. I have no contact with those friends now, it was like I was at a place that left its footprints on my memories. It was a campus where we have done so many from learning to ride a bicycle, climb trees, spending time in the swimming pool, coming down sliding on a piece of cardboard, entering into parties where we were not invited, we had a day spent in a tent, and whatnot. When I came to know that we have to move to a different place, I had no idea at first and it happened so...

The Blessing of Kindness In this blog, I would like to share the importance of kindness in this world of expectations. We all have heard this saying, "Be Kind" but sometimes, the battles in one's mind can make it hard to be kind, mostly to ourselves. I have realized, over the past few years, that if you are not kind to yourself you cannot be kind to the world. There is already a huge amount of voices in our head that tells us things we do not want to hear. And hearing something from the outside world can make it worse. At a tender age, it is hard to realize the consequences of your acts. We all get names no matter if we like it or not. Most of us never understand what we are saying. Sometimes we get bullied and sometimes we become one. I Love comics from  swatercolour  Thank you so much for this artwork One kind word from someone can erase all the voices that we want to avoid. This is the potential of being kind. You can sweep away all the rain clouds from someone's m...

Meet Claire, Finding Beauty in the Sadness | My Last Days Video by  SoulPancake Story of this girl inspired me to write a blog on Life is beautiful. Here is the blog - The Beauty of Life You don't have to find out you're dying to start living. - Zach Sobiech

After a long time, yesterday, I was sitting in my balcony staring at the beauty of nature. I saw a little bird nest. In the nest, there were two little nestlings (one or a half weeks old) with a parent. Out of curiosity, I started imagining. I asked the bird (parent of the nestlings) "It must be challenging going out, looking for food when there are so many predators out there looking for you." "Yes, it is. But I have these two little lives depending on me." Said the bird. "You seem to be a brave one. How was your childhood?" I asked. "I don't know if I am the brave one but I am sure that I am the lucky one. I had a brother who died saving me when a kite attached our nest. We used to have a nest on  Azadirachta indica (neem tree) and our flock (group of birds) used to sing a song of bravery. Now I sing this song for my little ones." Image source Brave are we who do not fear to live. W e live, we fly, we sing, we die.  Brave are we who do not ...