khadijachughtai

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of all the people I have lost, I miss myself the most

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  • khadijachughtai 9h

    we all lie impenitently
    for our convenience
    or freedom,
    or to stay hidden
    to move forward in time
    or to leave something behind
    we all lie
    and we don't admit
    as if truth is a curse
    and lie a blessing
    but in a life adorned with lies
    we can't know a thing

    -Khadija Chughtai

  • khadijachughtai 1w

    It's a curse and a blessing
    to be so well aware of things

    -Khadija

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    I have not forgotten
    nor do I intend to forget
    for if I remember something
    I remember well

    Khadija Chughtai

  • khadijachughtai 2w

    Sadly, you can never recover
    from the loss you have
    never accepted.

    Khadija Chughtai

  • khadijachughtai 2w

    It's January already
    my mind is still hanging in December
    since I have less to forget
    and a lot to remember

    Khadija Chughtai

  • khadijachughtai 2w

    I don't know if that sounds sad or poetic or unreal but I felt the child in me died in the recent past ( or is under heavy sedation pribably) . I stopped wishing, I stopped dreaming but I never stopped living or whirling in my thoughts. Someone asked me to write about the good things of my year. I would rather write the unfiltered stuff. A lot happened: rejections, failures, workplace chaos, challenges I thought I may never overcome but surprisingly after all this I became more resilient, more indifferent to people's opinions, more oblivious to what I am expected to become, more educated to confront. I developed a habit of having lowest or NO EXPECTATIONS from everyone around. I don't chase people now and I don't stop for everyone coming after me either to run along ( tires me to run in multiple directions ����‍♀️ ) It was important to learn that in order to not feel the suffering of being left behind, or to not complain about the 'world so unkind' I should remember that I HAVE MY OWN PACE TO MAINTAIN and my own tasks to fulfil.
    Honestly my year wasn't devoid of good or bad times. I stayed more close to nature ( thanks to covid) and people who could appreciate my being me more than those who try to bring changes in me forcibly In my leisure time I painted, I cooked, I captured, I wrote and wasted away so many hours but more than all that I responsibly and meticulously responded to every call of duty.

    A part of me still watches me from past and tells me it's unbelievable that you did what seemed quiet impossible. This makes me a little proud that I deceived few of my fears successfully ( oh there are plenty more ��)
    So I don't have great achievements to mention nor any tales of tragedies to write but I found strength within small moments of weakness and gathered  pieces of hope from the places of loss.
    Uptil now I learned that this is the real picture of life: To fall continuously and to get up like you never knew any fall. To look at the night sky but to focus on the stars. To sleep in tears and smile along a new dawn. To be brave when everything seems impossibly hard. To live and breathe 'despite it all'.

    Happy New Year 2022!


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    I don't have great achievements to mention/nor any tales of tragedies to write/ but I found strength within small moments of weakness/ and gathered  pieces of hope from the places of loss

    -Khadija Chughtai

  • khadijachughtai 5w

    Somewhere it happened.
    She changed against her comfort.
    For the world can not treat right
    a person with innocence.

    Khadija Chughtai

  • khadijachughtai 6w

    You don't know the miracles of pain until you experience them.

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    and what if
    pain is the only way
    of knowing your strength?

    Khadija Chughtai

  • khadijachughtai 6w

    It doesn't always fly.

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    Maybe the time moves in two dimensions.
    In one it flies, in other it halts and we get
    exhausted by the push and pull of it all.

    Khadija Chughtai

  • khadijachughtai 7w

    your scent still lingers
    in the fondest of my memories
    your smile still takes away
    my pain and agony

    thinking of you
    is my precious treasure
    being with you in your absence
    is my heart's pleasure

    O' beloved
    I am your permanent abode
    and whenever you need anything
    my prayers will touch your soul

    Khadija Chughtai

  • khadijachughtai 9w

    my heart is secretly scared
    of all the wrong turns
    and silently grieving
    for things that will never happen

    Khadija Chughtai