If there was a parallel universe somewhere out there. A place where we could be possibly be together- I would cherish every inch of your body and every atom of your soul. I would wait for you under the scorching heat, under the pouring rain, in the depths of darkness- I would wait for you because I know that once you would be in the embrace of my arms, everything would make sense and everything would be okay. We would listen to the soft music that you love while sharing a cup of coffee. And every ticking minute that would pass by, I would feel closer and closer to heaven. And if you’d ask me why I enjoyed every single second with you so much and why I couldn’t live without you, I’d have no logical explanation. It would be the safety and the simplicity that I saw in your eyes, how falling into your arms felt like ascending to a greater place- to paradise. When you sat next to me- so close, I could see our skin wrinkling away together and how I would hold your hand through the all the changes that we would go through. You would tell me how you didn’t even have to try and just how a river flows effortlessly, you trickled down into my soul and how you would say that you’d never imagine that breathing underwater would feel so great. In a universe far away, where there were raging wars and bloodshed and complicated thoughts, we would be dancing at 2 am in our little house together. If there was a parallel universe, our souls would be the only things colliding into each other. We wouldn’t have to parade around and let the world know or shower each other with roses. We would only be in each other’s’ thoughts and that would be enough for us to believe. No fight would be strong enough to break us apart. No differences would be enough to make either of us feel left out. No silence between us would make us feel empty or hollow. No falling flower would make us feel like time is running out. No darkness would make us feel devoid of light. For, we’d be each other’s sunlight seeping through the soft cracks of the leaves that would form in the sky. No winter would be cold enough. Your hand, even though it is slightly bigger than mine, it would fit. Your eye colour is blue and mine is brown and somehow those two colours don’t go together but when we would look into each other’s eyes, they’d complement each other under the shimmering sunlight. No secret would be big enough to hide from each other, because faith would be the only powerful thing in this world. In this world, our hearts would be the only things racing fast while time outside with the wind would slow down and become soft, only so that we could savour every given moment with other.
Of everything I know about the existence of multiverses and the cosmos, if there was a parallel universe somewhere out there, a reality where there would be nothing holding us back from each other, where everything was pure and safe and sweet- I’d love you just the same.
Turning 20 feels..a bit odd. I feel old already, maybe not old in terms of being 78 or something but old like, now I have to be accountable for everything that I do. The fact that now my age will start with the digit 2 really tells me how fast times flies and how human lives are momentary. On one specific day, every single year, you get older by an addition of one and we make memories, some which we want to forget and some which we never will. We lost track of time and I realized how transient everything is, which is why it is so important to cherish every second that you are breathing and doing something.
But I am really happy since my friend gave me a bouquet and this is the first time I have received a it and I have always wanted one.
Moving on, I do not have any specific birthday wishes but there are certain minor goals that I want to accomplish before I turn 21, some of them being- do more social work and contribute more to the society in terms of being helpful and spread awareness. I also want to control the amount of money that I spend daily on things that I actually don’t need. I am an avid spender and I definitely want to control that. I want to start eating healthy (regardless of the number of times I have said that to myself, I still want to work towards this one). I definitely want to make a proper routine and write more on a regular basis. I also want to get back into working out. After I moved to Dubai, my health went down the road. I know I shouldn’t blame it on other factors but I became quite upset with the carelessness that I had developed towards my health and well-being. I also want to expand my horizons when it comes to spirituality. I have been listening to a lot of spiritual talks and also have been reading a lot on different topics from different gurus so I really want to delve deeper into this. But that is all for now.
So that was it for my little birthday post and I will be back soon! 😊
It does not matter if you just like taking photos on your phone for passing time or you casually walk around with your dslr in hopes of catching something that the human eye does not come across often.
If you just like to wander around with any piece of device which has a camera and you just like to take it out and capture simple moments from day to day’s life then I’m pretty sure that you must have learned a few things that I’m going to list down over here now from my personal experience.
Yes, I’ve been interested in photography and the entire idea around it for quiet sometime now and there are a few things which I never would have learned if I would not have been exposed to the world of photography where stories are depicted with every good photo that is taken. And here are some things which I realized after I started to just capture moments which spoke to me:
It is okay to compare yourself to others. When you’re constantly taking photos, then it’s highly likely that you’re going to compare your work to other peoples’; regardless of the fact whether you’re a professional or just take photos for your own pleasure. But it is absolutely okay and normal to compare yourself to others. The only thing that you need to keep in mind is to never stop and just keep doing what you’re doing, because you are an individual with your own name and your own identity and nobody can take that away from you.
Don’t constrict yourself int thinking that there are rules. This doesn’t only apply to photography but pretty much everything; there are no set rules when you’re in a world where your creativity speaks. But if you really cannot do without some rules then go ahead and make your own. 🙂
Being a little proud is okay. If there is something that you’re insanely proud of solely due to the fact that you created it, then there is nothing wrong with having a little but of pride and showing that to the world because you know it’s worth it.
Find a purpose. This one is so cliche and yet so important. I just started coming across photos one day, completely random photos and then I realized that this might be a hobby that might genuinely turn into a passion and it did and it helped me to figure out my preferences and what I like and what I don’t like and eventually I realized that everything has a purpose just like a single photo tells a story.
So if you’re interested in photography then how did you get started and what did you learn from it? Let me know. 🙂
The title is negative. I know. But you know, for every negative there is a positive. So only positivity and goodbye negativity. But it bothers me. I am 5’3 inches tall. And it is my biggest insecurity. When I was small, it merely bothered me, but the older I grew, day by day, when I started becoming more aware of everything around me and my feelings, it started seeping through me. All my friends were taller than me. And they still are. I guess, I just never had any sort of growth spurt. And some people say it is cute, some people say petite is beautiful. But that does not help.
I always wanted to be tall. My parents still wished that I was taller than what I am, as it would add a sort of “demeanor” to my “personality”. That made me feel even more insecure. So I pushed myself. I still work out and try to increase my height, but nothing seems to be working. I tend to feel good and confident about myself when I am just with myself. But as soon as I step outside of my house and see a girl who is taller than me, I immediately start feeling insecure again. It is an inevitable feeling. Except, it does not feel that great. I feel small, not only physically, but mentally as well.
I know that I am growing up and I am still learning, so it is definitely getting better. The feeling is slowly starting to go away as I start to feel more comfortable with what I have. And plus wearing heels does not make me look awkward. Haha. So, if there is anything in particular that makes you feel insecure about yourself, be selfish. Do not give it too much thought. Insecurities like attention and your job is to not give any attention to it at all. Instead, work towards driving that insecurity away. Don’t focus on the result much and just keep working and it will all settle down with time.
What about you? Are you insecure about your height or anything else?
Growing up, music has always been more than a hobby to me. It has been an undying passion. I know that sounds highly dramatic, but that’s what it has always been. Music always made everything so much easier for me. Whether I was studying for a test or I was cleaning my room or even when I go to the shower. Music has always been a necessity. It has been like water to me. I cannot fall asleep at night without listening to the radio or some songs. And, when you start relating to a particular song in a particular moment, then music tends to become more than just a tune with some words.
That is how I feel when I listen to some songs. There are some songs which speak to me on different levels. When a song becomes more than just a song and it becomes strangely easy to relate to. When the lyrics become words running in your mind that you cannot speak out loud and when the tune becomes the rhythm of your breath. And I wanted to share some of them with you all, so here we go:
Just in case, most of the songs mentioned are along the genres of indie and alternative so if you have the same music taste as me, then it will be even better! I hope you like the songs as much as I do.
In life, which, not to mention is a pretty long journey, we meet lots of different kinds of people. Some become acquaintances, some become friends, some become really good friend and well some, we don’t tend to be very fond of. But forming a relationship with someone that develops into something as strong as the flame of a candle in the dark, well that’s rare. And finding someone who accepts your madness thoroughly and who is willing to be your punching bag as well as your heating pad is one of the best feelings in life.
Yes, I’m talking about my best friend.
I still remember when we met during a math class in high school. Then we started hanging out for lunch together and boom, all of a sudden one day we became really good friends and I mean, really good. Our friendship turned out to be one of those friendships where we don’t really remember how we became friends but now if anybody outside sees us together when we’re hanging out, they’ll probably think we’re some sort of crazy girls who really need some help from the world. But that is just who we are.
But honestly, I am so glad to have a best friend like who I have right now. She is my strength and my emotional pillar and now even though we both live across different oceans and time zones are a big problem and making spontaneous plans and going out together in the evening is not something that we can do, we still cherish what we have and I couldn’t have asked for any other person to be my best friend. So here is to all the good times which are still yet to come.
I realized how much I love taking photos after I lost all the photos that I had taken on my vacation and all the memories that I had captured in the past two years when I was in high school. I turned on my computer and opened my ‘Pictures’ folder and I was shocked when I saw that the folder was completely empty. I felt like I had lost some of the most important memories in my life. But I’m so thankful for the existence of technology and human relationships that some of my photos are still stored in my camera and the others are still with my friends.
I am not that great of a photographer, but I really love taking photos. It most definitely is a hobby, but it’s just more than that at times. To me, it is freezing a certain moment in time so that even if you cannot relive it, you can still look back at it and feel some nostalgia. And what is better than nostalgia? It is a sort of a reminder of how amazing life can actually be and that more good times are still to come and more memories are still to be made.
There are so many things and feelings that a single photo can bring back. It is incredibly fascinating. I could be crying right now, but maybe after seeing a particular photo, my smile would probably be bigger than this entire world. That is how powerful a photo can be to me.
Photos are a perfect example of a trip down the memory lane. It is the perfect example of how stupid and crazy we can get with our friends. It is a perfect example of how much we actually care about our family or nature or anything for that matter. It is a perfectly captured moment of good times. It can make you emotional, sentimental, happy, excited, embarrassed, curious and so much more. Sometimes, there are certain things which we are not able to feel again, but now by taking photos and capturing the minute has helped me feel back those good times and nostalgia again. And I absolutely love it.
Photography to my eyes and soul is what music is to my ears and soul.