Life is not short. Life is very long. If we can understand this, we can also understand the changes that happen in our relationships. Cause with anything this long, changes ought to happen. There is no other way. If you think life is short, you will be surprised to see these many changes happening in a supposedly short time. Accept them, but be with your people comfortably. Make it a positive relationship. if it doesn’t work out, make it a positive memory in the least. Don’t fall into the traps of toxicity. Do not be afraid of voids left by people. Stay strong. Believe in life. Positive things happen often for those who are with a positive outlook.
Tag: life
Witnessing the Evil of Child Marriage in Rural India
It is not with James Joyce’s Ulysses or Charles Darwin’s Origin of Species or Sigmund Freud’s Interpretation of Dreams that we’re ushered into the Modern World. It was with the occurrence of one of the greatest feats which were thought of as impossible: Women’s Suffrage – The right to Vote for All Women.
La’ Mia Unica Preziosa Signora – An (Audio) Poem of Love, Hope, You and I {A Long Poem of 311 Lines}
The Premeditation: I am practically out of words. Everything that I can be saying was conjured up by this ‘leviathan’ of a poem. Leviathan – haha, the monstrous biblical sea creature, that has fallen to the pit of hell from heavens for rallying against The Almighty and supporting Satan, the rebel – is what I…
In the Quest of Light #1: A Promise Made to the Woman.
{Authors Note: The semi-epic journey I am going to elaborate through this series of journals is not a subject of debate of being a fact or fiction. This is a writer’s voice and I hope you’d enjoy these as they are, trying not to decode too much or trying not to deduce the facts from…
The School Journal #4 – The Drenching Rain of Love
. . . Cntd #3 “Saware aai jaiyo saware,Saware aai jaiyo sawareHo jamuna kinare mora gav, mora gavJamuna kinare mora gav, Mora gav, mora gavSaware aai jaiyo sawareSaware aai jaiyo saware Jamuna kinare meri unchi haveli, Jamuna kinare meri unchi haveliBraj ki hu main nar nawali, Braj ki hu main nar nawaliRadha rangili mero naam,…
The Stinking Skin – The King of Seas
There is a lot to say; there was so less. There is so much to think; there was nothing at all. There was a whole world to go; there is no place like home. Home. The more I think, the more vague it becomes. The more I try to remember, the more I forget, and…
The School Journal #3 – An Amalgamation of A Thousand Emotions.
. . . Cntd of #2 The Boring Intro: I don’t think there is an immediate need to write about everything that’s happening here just because I name this a journal. Its been a while I updated anything about The School thing. I’m the past few days, I’ve really been very very obsessed with the…
That Poor Little B*TCH – A Short Story
People always tend to tell others what’s right and what’s not. I don’t know on which basis they do that. I’m fucking forty years old and I still don’t understand how things tend to get segregated into good and bad. Even sucking smelly things is a really good thing for people and how can something…
The School Journal #2 – The Discovery of Self & The Tenth D2
. . . Cntd of #1 The times when we feel we’ve lost the whole world just because we’ve lost one single entity to which we’ve attached so much of emotional importance is horrible. Almost all, every one of us has felt that. The horrid meditations of a scarred minds are the most horrific things…
The School Journal #1 – The Desperate Remedy!
How I Landed Up In The School: Going through the past few days is not as easy as going through the days before those. “Happy life,” is what anyone would name mine and my friends’ and yes, we were happy and content with what we were doing. All of a sudden, many things broke down…
Writings of Indra 