i. The roads look the same concrete but the steps are different— The road is a mouldable one depending on the traveller The road is a representation of each traveller.
ii. We are born and taken away by a coin’s toss— One minute, we open our eyes for the first time In a minute, we’ll close our eyes for the last time.
iii. The choice is ours and it’s not by choice— Sometimes, I feel I would be better off if I were not suffered to feel Sometimes, don’t you wake up and wish you could’ve chosen not to be forced to choose?
iv. The road less travelled is a myth we believe to feel guilt— Everyone is travelling on their own path All roads are taken by beings that breathe
v. The journey is just a breath away to end but yet so excruciatingly long— I think I would like to be happy and be gone when she leaves or comes with bad company I believe endurance to be a worthy virtue but in the long run, I find it foolishness; why endure pains for a breath?
vi. The power to live and die is in your hands— You can decide to move and find shelter All wounds eventually dry if you let them go.
vii. The mind is a blessing and a curse— Keep your mind well for it is your strongest resource It is hard to ever stand up again with a beaten and broken mind.
viii. Humans are the embodiment of all imperfections— In this sojourn, you learn that humans are exactly what they are meant to be The road will be peaceful when you make peace with this reality.
ix. Nothing lasts forever. Nothing means nothing— To live forever, choose not to exist and just be nothing You will live but you will not exist, your breaths will just be tiny breezes and nobody will know your name.
x. Love can never be a weakness. Love can never be a weapon— Loving with your all means you’re strong and who dares call it a weakness to care about someone other than yourself. I promise you that if love hurts you, it is not love. Love cannot be what it is not.
xi. Life can be easy if you let it— Learn to let go to become more Learn to live before you die.
xii. The journey is sweeter when we go together— Comparison isn’t only the thief of joy; it is the death of togetherness and uniqueness Hold a hand and encourage one another for we move faster with the chatters and the laughs are better than a lonely path.
Thanks for tagging me to the challenge Carolyn. Hope it makes sense and I apologise if it doesn’t look less than 40 lines. Actually 36 but eh the space isn’t so big.
Exactly a year ago, I saw you on Carolyn Mam birthday post which was for you. For some reason, I thought you were an admin too. It's wired but I did. It took me a long to come across your post but when I did I was happy. For the first time here, I felt like I was, reading something that must be read, that is meant to be read, worth a read. Being a fan of one-liner reading a long post was still a struggle yet I did read your hashtag. That was one of the good things I did here for me. Reading you is meant more for me than you. It gives me vibes the kind of vibes that is so good makes you question and answer your existence. Trust me, Jeel no one can do it except you. You are a kind soul formal yet never rude. Busy yet always time for writing. Young yet mature wise words. I wanna give you a professional wish just like you but I hope you'll like it, I got this idea out of blue, without thinking twice instantly did everything what my heart said. I asked some of your friends who are also mine to write three things they like about you. I'm grateful, thankful to Aditi, Sakshi, Tammy, Bidhya, Muskan, ketki who helped me agreed on this within a short period.
-1) The whole evolution process has always got my interest. And regarding your Homo sapiens series, it's the best series speaking of all the ways humans have lived/are living until now, both mentally and physically, in both good & bad ways, & most importantly it honestly portrays the evolution of human emotions without even the mention of it. I'm a big big big fan of it. Well, homo sapiens brought you to me, so I'll forever be grateful for that.
2) We're in the same field! Though I came to know about it only recently, I'm glad to know that. It urged me to keep writing in ways I can't explain, but it did.
3) you're an adorable person, though we haven't had much of a big long conversation yet, I know you're adorable from the Lil chats we had. And I love you a lot @tamanna3
She ascended on this crust on the last day of the first quarter of the year. Her name, like the sweet, Stinging aroma of a limited edition french perfume. Always seems to struggle on one's mind. There's always a surfeit of light in her presence. She stood distinctly apart. Not of the humdrum world but a chariot of good. In a procession of plywood. her layers are colour with stardust and ecstasy. She is a speck in the creation of life. Born of the constellation. Her mind cannot fathom Existing parallel to each equinox awaited, Although the vast in mystified and serene. Ahe is deserving of the radiance shine onto others The glories the skies contain confide the heart which through benign. We're all pioneers of the modern equivalent race, Raising the anti but she is an ante grace from golden history. She is a reminder of blissful temptation. She spread her arms and braced me that familiar scent made me smile. She's like a well-aged bottle of whiskey, Her brilliance and charisma get better with the growing days. Her words are an ocean. I love to dive in and also guide me to bliss. @atticoftheheart
1) Her brilliance and the magic she sprinkled on her every post with new variations and now words. She is an explorer.
2) She's a medico still how she manages to write such a masterpiece with a touch of stormy class. I'm amazed.
3) And her homo sapiens is the top class that I'm speechless again and again.
She is brilliant with her every post. I'm an admirer.
1) You are one of the very few people here who make me smile every time they pass by. Then if it's the black heart you gift me or the way you dress me. It has hit home. Every single time.
2) Appreciating you can never be done by me who'll get confused about where to start. Should I start with how wisely you write or how brilliantly you sing or how beautiful of a person you are? one fine gem you are for sure.
3) few adjectives will never be enough to define you, lady, but wait will infinite adjectives be enough? Nah, if this world is a sky, you are one of those stars who own their own light and manage to shine. So, even in dark times.
You know that feeling when you are so completely and utterly and mind numbingly lost and have no idea where to guide your life towards and You hear a few tell you to go with the flow And a few tell you to get a grip on your life And you don't really know how to do either And you just listen to it all with a bowed heart And head hoping to find hope but not knowing How to and desperately wished that your heart wasn't so much of a directionless child and more of a mature adult who atleast knew where to find the compass, and then you read and analyse and interpret and fill yourself with the idea of millions of paths you wish you could walk on and then you secretly wished you didn't have to choose just one and adopt just one role out of the many , and then comes a time when you start questioning your own worth based on the path the society chooses for you, and you start feeling less lost and more and more out of tune with your basic passion for life and you start substituting for it with distractions and more plans and then the role you choose takes your life over and you wonder if being lost was much better than having a fixed routine to live and call life and then out of nowhere you just decide to stop,
Stop being so defined by everything life puts ln your way and you decide that this cannot be it , this choice between being lost and being struck, maybe you could just stop seeing life as a puzzle to solve or a destination to arrive at or a treasure hunt with some sort of prize offered for everything you figure out , maybe you could just stop restricting life to what it is taught to be , maybe you could just take life and be with it and learn to live it as best as you can and enjoy the tiny nonsensical challenges it offers not as obstacles really but just as a mere part of its nature and accept it , even embrace it with its absurdity and choose to love it despite it all. Maybe being kind and curious and not so rigid about who we are and what life is , would heal our constant longing to have it all figured out at all times. Why can't we see that being alive in itself such an odd and absurd thing that makes no sense? Why are we so desperate to create sense out of a beautifully senseless existence?