I am growing

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I am growing, evolving;
I am turning into a new me.
Slowly, but surely,
I am going to be free.
My mind is just a tool,
And my thoughts still rule;
It will take loads of time,
But ultimately, I will find.
What I seek, is seeking me;
And distracted I might be,
Yet, it will someday be mine,
The ultimate truth, the divine.
So yes, I am growing,
Evolving towards the light;
And if you stick around,
I promise to take you along for a ride!

Special People

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…. but some people are special,
They are never to be forgotten…

They are never to be ignored,
Never to be bored;
They will always be missed,
And respected and cherished;
Wherever they may be,
They’ll always be remembered with bliss.

Many will come and many will go,
Some may settle, and some may no;
But some come just once in ever,
They leave their prints in your heart forever.

So here is what I have to say,
For some who is as special as they;

…. but some people are special,
They are never to be forgotten….

A Letter For Me!

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I found a letter, a letter for me,
It said open, with a huge smiley!
It talked of things all gee,
Of how strong I am,
And how wonderful I can be!

Woven with love and care,
Each letter looked like a dream;
The words of a lover,
So soothing and so carefree!

It spoke of love and loss,
And yet gave endless hope;
Positives vibes only,
Said that bold note.

It brought my dreams to life,
And all the words enforced –
To live in the moment,
And be thankful, of course!

And thus I found the letter,
To be read every morning
In the hours wee,
Reminding of my strengths;
Addressed to me by me!

Words are all I have

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Words are all I have,
And words are all I can give;
May it be an expression,
Or be it a piece of advice;
To act or not to, is your decision.

The meaning of my words will change for each,
Based on your perspective and experience;
What I mean to say is not what
You end up understanding;
Yet, Words are all I can give.

My actions are my own,
My reasons for them are different.
You interpret them based on your understanding,
And draw your own conclusions;
Yet, only I will know the true intentions.

My life is my own to live,
Your opinion of it may or may not
Make a difference to my living,
Your judgment of who I am is not me,
Beware, I am not who you think I am!

Some Positive Thoughts

Smile Please!

These are some quick one-line thoughts on life that I penned down. Are they philosophical? Sure, you would think it’s all philosophy. But then to me, it’s what I think and what I am trying to practice or incorporate in my life to bring in more positivity.

  1. If your journey is not joyful, the end is never going to be happy.
  2. If you keep waiting for the right time, the right person, the right thing; you’ll be waiting right till the end.
  3. Don’t let your past and future steal your present.
  4. Give your love to everyone and everything around you, but start with yourself first.
  5. Always make time to do what makes you happy, you have to do the rest anyways.
  6. Practice a hobby, a passion such that it has the power to transport you into another world.
  7. Obstacles are just temporary, you are eternal.
  8. Believe in something stronger than you, God, or some higher power. Know that it always has your back. Always.
  9. When in doubt, just do it. You will never know unless you try.
  10. Trust your gut instinct. If it feels right, it probably is.
  11. When in trouble, reach out to people around you. You might find just the right person to help you.
  12. You are bound to make mistakes and it is ok to make them, as long as it helps you grow.
  13. Stop judging people and stop judging yourself.
  14. Avoid doing things which you know will cause you harm or sadness in the end. Why put yourself through hell? Isn’t there already enough around?
  15. You cannot be happy perpetually. But accepting that you are sad is the first step towards happiness.
  16. Smile often even at the strangers, laugh out loud; we all could do with some more reasons to be happy.

Let me know what do you think? Which one resonates the most with you. Or just feel free to add any of your thoughts!

The Light Within!

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Quote by Rumi

We are stars wrapped in the skin,
The light we are seeking has always been;
The pain we feel comes from within,
Yet responsible is an external thing.

We are the waves that keep wandering,
Aimless and random out in the ocean large;
Finding our own sun out in the world,
Unaware of the star that we are!

Making our own set of rules to live by,
What a petty thing in front of the universe vast;
Engrossed in our own little world,
Limiting ourselves from the experiences last.

Little do we realize that the universe resides within,
It is me and I am it!
No boundaries can define me,
I am limitless as it is!

Listen to the calling of the inner star,
It’s Polaris – you personal North star;
The guide you are always seeking,
For the heart that’s always weeping!

A Trip Down The Memory Lane (Bulgaria Trip) – Day 1

Normally, she was a “what-if” person, always trying to run different scenarios that could have happened. What if I had gone to Italy instead?; what if I was still living back in India, would I have ever dared to do this solo trip?; what if I had brought a friend along?

Not today. Today, only the days to come were on her mind. Lying awake in her bed in the guest house in Sofia, she kept repeating the things she would do that day and the next few days of her trip. The anticipation of the trip had drained every single ounce of sleep from her.

A familiar tune from her phone snapped her out of her lucid dreams, urging her to get up and get ready. It was, at last, time to find out if the dreams were good enough to match the reality or did reality surpass her imagination.

The first thing on her itinerary was bungee jumping – an adventure within an adventure. Determined to do an adrenaline pumping activity, she had booked her jump weeks ago. She loved challenging her fears and conquering them.

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Traveling towards the pickup point, she had the chance to look around Sofia in daylight for the first time. Sofia was splattered by an unapologetic splash of green – lush trees and parks everywhere. It is then she realized how much she missed the greenery back home!

Bulgarians are usually lazy, life enjoying people – people who have quotes promoting procrastination. Naturally, the city was deserted on an early Sunday morning. Only those people who had no choices but to work on Sundays or catch a train to visit their long-distance Aunts, or walk their restless dogs could be seen dragging their feet along the roads or waiting at the bus stops to catch the “never-on-time” buses.

It could pass for any normal city – with the towering Vitosha mountain at its foot and its European and Communist-style architecture, the beautiful orthodox churches and the cobbled stone pavements. It was a relatively clean city with tram lines running in the middle of the road along with the cars and the street signs both in Bulgarian and English languages – Tourist friendly, she thought!

The journey from the pickup point to the Prohodna caves (Yes. She was going to jump from the top of the cave into it!) was pretty much boring apart from the introductions. You could see a few people already assembled at the jump point and were waiting for the guys to set up the equipment. Well, in her head she wanted to get this done first and then enjoy the walk around the caves and the hiking trails later. And that’s what she did!

She was the second in line for the jump and oh boy, was she nervous! As they were chaining her up in the belts and safety equipment, she could hear her heart racing! “Breathe” is all she could tell herself. Standing there at the edge, ready to jump, she couldn’t help looking anywhere but down and her phobia kicked in! “Look up, don’t look down!” is what the guy kept repeating, but in vain! For a split second, she wanted to give up. I can’t do this! I just can’t. But a small voice inside her pushed back – “You have come so far already. It would be a such a shame to give it up now! You know you will regret this later. And regretting things is just not your style! Just trust yourself and do it!” Finally, she asked the guy to push her. And without warning, she was in free fall – plunging rapidly down inside the cave. You could hear people cheering and clapping for her! But all she could hear is her own scream – she was screaming at the top of her lungs – and the blood pumping into her ears! What an adventure! And how very glad she was that she did it! Did she enjoy it? Hell Yes! Would she do it again? Absolutely! But next time, she’ll jump on her own – she promised herself!

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Back on the firm ground now, she was still basking in the excitement of the jump when she was invited by a Bulgarian family to join them for the sight-seeing around the caves which she gladly accepted. Despite the language barriers, they were so friendly and warm, they literally adopted her for the next hour or so – from talking to her (using the translator, of course!), to making her meet their family-friends who were also there till buying souvenirs for her – until they decide it was time for them to leave.

She continued her hiking around the caves – Prohodna caves known for the two eye-like holes in its ceiling, the eyes of the God. Since it was Sunday, you could see a lot of people around – some just came to see the caves, some brought along rock-climbing equipment and you could see them scaling the walls of the caves, but a lot of people brought along their dogs – looks like Bulgarians really love dogs!

Well, after a lot of walking and talking and observing, it was finally time to go home. The way back was filled with more conversation and a stopover. Despite the restrictions of the language, she was treated as a guest in the country and really looked after well – so much so that she was offered food, compliments, respect and a ride back to the guest house!

Back in the guest room, she lay on her bed staring at the galaxy painted on the ceiling and looking back at the exciting day she had. Yes! She was definitely tired! But, at the same time, she was happy and content.

Tomorrow would be another new adventure and she was looking forward to it!

This is a continuation of the earlier post - A trip down the memory lane – the arrival

Lonely Thoughts

Of the green trees and roses red,
She sat on the bench and dreamt;
Thinking of the things unknown,
And a thousand possibilities to explore.

A brand new way to live her life,
And a brand new place to discover;
Oh! cheers to the newfound friends,
And a sad adios to the old!

A fresh breath of air so crisp,
And a whole pound of snow;
A change on the scene to make her work,
Or was it just a tick-tack-toe?

Walking away from the home so far,
A question popped into her mind;
Is it a dream to conquer worthwhile,
Or running away was the motto behind!

Wondering over and over again in her head,
She felt utterly trapped and lone;
And just like that, she sat on the bench,
Thinking of the things unknown!

A trip down the memory lane – the arrival

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Stepping out of the airport, she could feel her heart beating faster. This was it! Another big tick mark on her bucket list. She had finally made it to her first solo trip! As she searched through the small crowd for a familiar face, she could feel the excitement trickle down her spine. “Yay!, I am finally here”, her heart did a mini victory dance.

It was the start of September and the weather was warmer than she had expected. It was 2 am in the morning and the city was fast asleep, unaware of her arrival. The airport had been rather small and dingy – nothing compared to flashy and glorious Dubai Airport she had left behind. Her journey from immigration to exit was rather uneventful.

Once outside the airport, she could see a small crowd of foreign faces gathered outside the airport to pick up their friends and families. People were greeting their near and dear ones with happy hugs and kisses, chattering away in an unfamiliar language. The trunks of the cars were getting loaded and the taxi drivers were ushering the passengers inside.

Amidst all the chaos, she finally spotted her host for the trip to the city center. “How was flight?”, he asked in broken English, guiding her towards the car. “Not bad! Thank you!”. After all, a delayed flight could not dampen her excitement! Slowly, they loaded her baggage into the trunk of the car and started off towards the city where she was to spend the night.

“My English, not good” – was the reason given by her host to keep talking to the cab driver in the native language the whole way. She could have easily pointed out that it was rude to not include the guest in the conversation. But, she was too happy to be ignored.

All she wanted to do was to drink in the city, it’s empty streets, stare out into the night and breath in the feel of the place. She probably even wanted to pinch herself to make sure she was really here! She had finally arrived in Sofia – Capital of Bulgaria!

Bulgaria is a little lesser known country in eastern Europe. Sandwiched between Asia and the European counterparts, it is situated on the coast of Black sea in the Balkans. It has been inhabited since the 7,000 BC and yet it still cannot match its flashy western counterparts. However, like any other European country, it has unparalleled natural beauty – the gorgeous blue lakes scattered all over the terrain, the mountain ranges lazily stretching from east to west, the abundant forest cover and its walking trails, and the numerous caves home to 33 species of bats, out of a total of 35 for the whole of Europe!

Well, it wasn’t really her first destination of choice. But at this moment, she couldn’t care less. All she could think of was the adventure that awaits her for the next coming week…

Well, this is just the start of the journey. The rest of the trip is yet to follow!
This is a continuation of the post - Getting Lost only to Find!
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Getting Lost only to Find!

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“Mom, I am going on a solo trip!” she finally declared on the phone.

It was Friday morning and the start of the weekend for this part of the world. Her roommate was still sleeping and thus, she was huddled on the passage floor talking to her mom back in Mumbai.

The passage was rather small and had no windows. The only source of light was from the window of the tiny kitchen to her right. Opposite her was a small wooden cupboard which stored all the common daily use items accessible to all. On the top of the cupboard, you could see the bottle of drinking water on the right and a small temple with Hindu deities on the left.

She glanced up at the temple praying silently that her mother would take it positively. This trip really meant something to her. It was going to be her first ever solo trip.

“Why do you want to go alone?” came a strained question from the other end.

“Mom, I always wanted to go on a solo trip. And I think this is the right time!” she replied while playing with the wire of her earphones. But in her heart, she knew that this trip is something she really needs. A break from everything going on in her life.

She could perfectly picture herself happily roaming the cobbled streets of some European country and enjoying getting lost. In her mind, she was already trying out the new cuisine, talking to the locals and making new friends.

What more? She gets to explore a new country and learn about a new culture.

“Soul Searching” – she would later tell to her puzzled brother. That is what she really felt the trip would help her do. No worries, nobody to judge her. She can just be herself.

Well, she did have a memorable adventure roaming the streets of Bulgaria while trying to find herself again!

"To travel is to take a journey into yourself" - Danny Kaye
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