Life is not about setting high goals and trying to out-perform everybody else out there. Life is not about trying to please everybody. Life is not about silently suffering when it becomes too damn much. Life is not about getting everything. Life is not about following others. Life is not that at all. Life is too short for all that. Life is about out-doing your own expectations. Life is about trying to be a better person in your own eyes. Life is about taking a stand. Life is about giving everything you have. Life is about making out-of-the-world choices. Life is about being happy. Life is about trying not to have regrets. Life is about dancing in the rain. Life is about singing in the shower. Life is about admiring yourself in the mirror. Life is about smiling at strangers. Life is about crying when it becomes too much to handle. Life is about being humane. Life is about being you. Life is you.
The deafening silence coated her body like a second skin even when there were noises all around. White noise, they say. It was all white noise. The red haze that had fallen over her sapphire eyes was impossible to look through. She couldn’t see anything but red. Common sense had long ago left her brain_a brain people say, one has in a million_and she couldn’t think beyond her thirst for revenge. Revenge that had come to haunt her from her past of deceitful lies and hurtful words. She was now a burgeoning, overflowing cauldron of the need to get even, to hurt, to make them cry, to kill. She could feel immense power inside of her. She could feel it was ready to strike. She could feel it feeding her need to cause destruction. And she realised that the power fed off it. It was a vicious cycle. She hesitated for a fraction of a second. But then, she started moving again,blocking all the thoughts away. But even as she attacked her target and extracted her revenge, she couldn’t let go of that single thought that had escaped the prison in her mind; the prison keeping her thoughts and conscience away. The power inside of her was all black.
The silence of the night elicits so many thoughts in our minds. We are curiously seeking answers to so many mysteries of the world. And we believe that we actually have the key to unlock it all. We lay in our beds with the quilt pulled upto our heads and in the cover of that darkness, we let go and just let our minds wander to all those what-could-have-beens. We put the earplugs in and with the music playing loud in the background of our mind,we drown it all with the volume of our fantasies taking speed. We silently try to live in that dreamworld while losing touch with the reality for those few precious hours;the hours which sustain us for a lifetime which is otherwise filled with regrets. Night-time is the time when we dream, we live, we wander, we laugh, we cry, we fantasize, and we are carefree;free from all the stupid details which don’t let us live. Night is filled with shadows;shadows of our lives gone by, and shadows of the times to come. Night is a beautiful being. And with it come beautiful happenings. Night is beautiful.
DIWALI. The most beautiful festival ever. Seriously. Those who don’t know what it is,this is to let you know. It’s the biggest and the brightest festival in India. The festival spiritually signifies the victory of light over darkness. You will fall in love with its beauty if you ever get to experience it, believe me.
Here are 9 things that Diwali is all about:
🔅Pretty Lights! It’s not called the festival of lights for nothing. Everything is beautiful when it’s Diwali. Every single shop is lit up with colorful lights. And every house,too. Annnd, there are the Oil lamps. Best freaking thing ever. So damn pretty.
🎁 Loads of Gifts. People exchange gifts: Decorative stuff, pretty bowls filled with nuts and packed tight, gift hampers,and my personal favorite is collection of assorted Chocolates.😍 Lol Loads of varieties of stuff, actually.:D
🍭Food. Yummy! Delicious food all around. Sweets are love. And Diwali is all about having sweets,feeding other people sweets, exchanging sweets,and having more sweets. Mm-hmm.😻
🙏Praying to the almighty. Ofcourse the reason for celebration is the almighty. It’s them because of who everything else happens as it happens on Diwali. So,we thank them for everything and pray.:D
💥Firecrackers. Yesssss! Loads of these. So so many,that it kills all the mosquitoes around and it just might kill a few of us,too, if we don’t reduce the amount of Firecrackers we burst. But yeah. It’s fun. I celebrate an eco-friendly Diwali now,though. 😶
🎀Ethnic rendezvous. People dress up. Pretty clothes and prettier jewelry. And everybody look so great,as if they all are royalty. 😻
🎇Decorations. *sighs* What did I say? Beautiful festival. The flower garlands,the confetti, the Oil lamps, the electric lamps, the Rangolis( the various designs people make using colored powder. It’s a lot of work. And precision is needed. Since that’s not my forte and I am lazy as hell, I use stencils,if that. 🙈) But it’s all gorgeous.💚
🎡Fun. Annnnnd,ofcourse it’s all fun. So, that. I guess, all of the above sounds fun. So,I don’t need to elaborate, do I?:D Stuff like exhibitions and all are there before Diwali even rolls around. And then there are Diwali mela(fest) held all around. My college’s Diwali mela is especially famous.😌 The amusement rides and deli-freaking-cious food.❤
😍Happiness|Joy|Laughter. Ofcourse. It just fills you with happiness, and joy, and you laugh and smile like crazy throughout. It’s a very happy happy kinda festival with a very happy story behind it as to why it’s celebrated. So,it’s all awesome, and it lights up our lives,both figuratively and literally, like anything.
Awesome day, it always is.:D Happy Diwali,you all! Have some sweets from my side this Diwali, why don’t you?
Those condescending looks Veiled by the shroud of indifference Spearing me, strips me down to the bone. Those unbelievably innocent eyes Are just a cover to hide their evil sides. They are the worst kind of evil, Nonchalantly dismissing my dreams As insignificant. Those delicate looking educated hands Move to throttle my voice In the dark of the night Under the faint light of the stars, The moon hidden behind The thick cover of the clouds. Those sugary sweet words Spilling from their poisoned mouths Like froth on the pretty porcelain floors, Ruining their clinical,perfect worlds Reducing the hardwork it had taken To make it spec-free, to nothing. They have labeled me as the setting sun, Going down; soon to be hidden beneath the night ocean. But what they don’t realise is that I am the sun. I rise. Again and again and again. The turbulent ocean is my cover Their covers are fickle. Mine? A powerful being With the power to destroy them all. I am the sun I will rise again. I will shine again. I am THE sun. I can burn. I might, one day. I will.
P.S. I did a post titled HOW ARE YOU which talked about the various emotions people try to hide,i.e.,the unhappy,sad kinda emotions. A couple of people, namely Jo and Abhijit, wanted me to do a post which was a collection of positive,happy emotions. This post is not only a collection of emotions but stuff which gives me happiness:A word,a phenomenon, an action, a thing, or an emotion; anything. I dunno about everybody else,but this is my happy collection. 🙂
What’s yours?*raises her brows expectantly*
There comes a time when you stop caring. You stop thinking. And you’re past that fickle understanding of messed up stuff that happens all around you. You stop trying to figure out everything that’s wrong with your life and everyone else’s around yours. You stop being the bully and you stop being pushed around. You come a complete circle. And when you do? You feel so liberated that you just might fly. You realise that in the end,nothing really matters, afterall. All that ever mattered was your sanity. Sanity,which you had almost lost in trying to make everything right around you. Sanity,which you just might lose anyway if you don’t stop and search inside of you. Introspection is not hyped up. This shit is actually a necessity. And,this can put a stop to your mulling about all the universe’s problem and focus on your own self. Because you come to realise that being selfish is not that bad in the long run,maybe. You do need to be selfish, you know. For that sanity. For that conscience. For yourself. Because that’s what matters. That’s all that really mattered. That’s all that will ever matter.
✴I am not the friend who discusses boy problems and latest crushes. I am that friend who you talk “deeper stuff” with;the one you come to when you need to be motivated;the one you text when you need to apologise to a friend and don’t have appropriate words. ✴I am not that sister who hugs and kisses you. I am that sister who gives you high fives when she sees you after weeks;who you discuss fast and furious 7 with,even though she hasn’t watched even a single movie from the franchise; who you show pictures of wheelies some guy from your hometown posted on FB. ✴I am not that cousin who you make small talk with about how college is treating her. I am that cousin who you watch mid-night horror movies with;who laughs at the most horrifying scenes of CONJURING when you claimed to be afraid of it for days after you first watched it and you laugh because, apparently, she wasn’t afraid because you were with her;who you, sometimes, reassure that everything’s gonna be okay,even though she’s the older one. ✴I am not that daughter who you need to be worried about lying to party. I am that daughter who would have her nose stuck in a book all day long,if no one interrupts her;who can not stay away from home for more than a couple of weeks when everybody else her age is having a ball, partying in a city away from home;who still cries every single freaking time you see her off every couple of weeks to return to college even though it’s been more than a year and she should be used to it by now;who still (sometimes) tries to hide her tears on phone when you sweetly tell her to have a goodnight’s sleep,even though she talks to you 4 times a day. ✴I am not that girl who ever has boy/bff troubles. I am that girl who doesn’t believe in love;who people are always trying to figure out;who they believe they know so well, when they haven’t even uncovered the top layer;who people claim to not get;who they say is so weird sometimes; who they claim to be bestfriends with,but she never reciprocates because, duh,she doesn’t think so;who loves her family so much she would die for them, and only them,in a heartbeat. ✴I am not a person who trusts. I am that person who people have called stuff you would laugh your asses off about if you knew her even the tiniest bit;who is, apparently, two-faced (And, well,I am maybe. I am a Gemini, afterall. They are supposed to be two-faced.*shrugs*);who doesn’t give a damn what people think and is generally laughing when she gets to know the latest gossip about her;who never really abuses out loud;who is a mumma-papa’s girl;who loves relatable quotes;who loves doodling on her wrists;who loves mystery;who runs in the opposite direction when it comes to fashion;who has “eccentric” tastes in music;who is tomboyish most of the times;who generally hates everything girlie;who loves platform pumps even though they are totally girlie;who is a walking, talking, breathing ball of contradictions;who just…is.