Thank you to all the soldiers out there. For being there for us, for protecting the country and the people. Sacrificing so many things and sacrificing themselves so that we stay safe. They worked so hard, did not even sleep properly, did not complain about the weather and didn't ask anything in return. The love for the country is so immense. A big salute and round of applause
We all have gone through phases where we got hurt because people broke your trust or heart. And we ask why? Why always us? But, all these are the stages that teach us something and make us strong.
These lessons help us to grow. It has ups and downs. But, it makes us to value the good things in our life. We all got one life to make mistakes and learn from those. Be kind towards people. Enjoy this journey
There is no one else like mother. She loves you the most. She sacrificed lots of things for us. The way she cared for us, the way she feeds us, the peace we got sleeping on her lap, it is indescribable. There are lots of things she did for us which can't be measured. Thank you to all the mothers out there. Even if we thank her every time, it's not enough ☺️❤️
Lately, I have been too apologetic to my mother. Every evening, I barge in through the main door, with my inability to stand straight; I tell her that I am sorry but that darkness suffocates me, more than the smoke; I have been adding to the same darkness.
With every sip of Hennessy burning my throat, I essentially discard myself away from a radiating path because, Mumma, I'm too paranoid of the light it promises to offer me. I tell you it was dark inside, It's darker outside. I wish to tell her more but her eyes and heart are too welled up to hear me anymore.
She thinks, only if I try harder, I can trail away from the dark snow. How do I tell her that I'm trying but it is succumbing me harder inside it, distorting my thoughts, dilating my pupil, and creating an unhealthy head space; similar to the time distortion and dilation, at the edge of a black hole.
I hear a chorus of delirium dawdling inside my dwindling mind, everytime someone smiles at me. Moreover, I see them mocking me, like I have ridiculed these words with wrong punctuations.
But it hardly matters when I know, I am but, a well intentioned nothing, who once raced with light and now, will be suffering in darkness all my life, regretting and apologizing until I sleep in the very grave, I dug for myself.