Cloud of Emotions

Have you ever wondered what our life is exactly dependent on? What is rightly needed to get going in the flow of Life? What can save our relations and What can help us prevent the damage?

The key element to all the above questions is : EMOTIONS..!!

I am sure now you might be scratching your head thinking what the term “EMOTIONS” has to do in living a life which can be a level close to what we exactly need.

Well, everything that we do, that we speak, that we express and that we relate is because of different emotions dwelling in our mind and heart.

Emotions like

Happiness (Khushiyo ki Baarish)

Sadness (Kaale Baadal)

Anger (Khatraa)

Fear (Darr ke aage Jeet)

Surprise (Taufa taufa aya aya)

Happiness(The smiles, The Laughters)

A sheer thought of being happy brings back a smile. Happiness is not just a word, it’s rather a feeling. We humans are amazing creatures, for US

Happiness is the extra masala puri that we demand from the panipuri wala,

Happiness is the extra dhaniya that we demand for free from vegetable vendor,

Happiness is demanding discount in a restaurant thinking that GST would be somehow managed in that discount,

Happiness is watching tom and jerry, shin chan and all the favourite cartoon series no matter how old we grow.

These days, finding happiness has been like a treasure hunt for each one of us. Rather than searching for happiness in big things we always should treasure the little moments of happiness gifted.

Sadness(The Pain)

The state of stress, the state of feeling left out and the state of finding life useless.

The most disturbing emotion is being sad, when a person is sad even the handsome amount in his/her bank can never fill up the pain craving in their heart.

One has to remember sadness won’t last long, and it’s just a matter of time. There might be hours of darkness but there will be the brighter side awaiting.

Often when a person is sad, thinks of ending up their life or running away from the chaos. But one has to remember we are here to fight not to escape. Sadness might give you pain for couple of hours or even days, but it will definitely make you strong enough to keep going.

Anger (The Destruction)

The RAGE, the HARSH WORDS, the terrible FIGHTS and the HURT are the biggest threat for any relation. A moment of anger and a thousand wrong words spill from our mouth.

Why is that it has been hard to control the words and the burning fire?

Why do we often forget that the rage can tear down a relation which has taken a lifetime to build?

Personally, even I have a grumpy nature, but lately have realized preventing the damage would be an easier task than regretting for not saving a relation for lifetime.

At times, it’s good to get angry but knowing that it should be within limits, an anger within LOC helps people bring close and the warmth of love and care swirls back in the relation.

Always remember anything above limits is always harmful. Let the rage bring you close and not build a wall in blessed relations.

Fear (The Uglier Site)

Fear something that brings goosebumps.Fear that could be of anything like

jumping off from cliff, diving in ocean, sleeping in haunted room, lying around to save relations,stage fear, not visiting a doctor assuming he might prick the needle ..ouch that pain which is almost like a red ant sucking our blood.

So basically, fear is just a thought that dwells in our mind and often obstructs us from not facing it. Like every other individual even I had certain fears one being “Acrophobia” and for me to look down from a 5 storey apartment was like looking down from cliff. So, for once I did think of facing it, and the craziest thing I did was Sky Diving trust me between the clouds and above the ocean I was scared like shit. I wont say that I have conquered my fear totally, but yes I now have strength to face it. There would be many stages ahead in life wherein we might have to face the fright for days and days. So becoming weak is an act of cowardness, rather facing it will not only make you strong but will help you gain self-confidence.

Surprises (The Winning One)

A person who is surprise freak would have already started day dreaming about it.

Surprises are meant for every single relation may it be your mother, father, sister, brother, grandparents, 3-year-old kid, a friend, a teacher, a colleague or your loved one. Why is that giving a surprise has been so important these days, there are certain days where words wont do a pretty job which a surprise definitely can. What would it cost you to earn a million bucks smile your loved one? A rose or a smallest gift..thats it..!! We are in an era where our social media minds have been trapped in just whatsapping or surfing. We often tend to forget to express what do our loved one’s mean to us.

Have often heard people saying that celebrating birthdays, anniversaries and remembering dates is futile. It’s all about cherishing the memorable days, not that every day has to be celebrated but some special dates should be revisited.

Cherish the days before it’s too late, make your loved one’s feel special before the love fades away. A smallest surprise can blossom your relation every single day. Keep a check on how much your smallest effort can make you win their hearts.

P.S: Let Happiness hop in your way,

Let Sadness not shade your life,

Let Anger not anchor your words,

Let the Fear be your confidant,

Let the Surprises stream your life..!!

 

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Live your Life..Before its too LATE..!!

It was one of those winter evenings, where everyone at the cafe were buried in their warm flurry jackets. The cafe was decked up with beautiful white cages dangling with cozy yellow lights inside it. Though being a chilly cold evening, the cafe was surrounded with a huge mob, everyone around had gathered for discussing about New Year’s Evening.

Well, it had to a big bash party, after all it was 31st ~ “The last day of the kick ass year”.

Loud laughter and jokes about how their year went,how many memes did they tag each other in, how many trips were cancelled, how many more will they be planning in coming year 2018 and not to forget the big business plans which are going on since years and years were heard across the tables. With all these discussions going around, tears of joy and sense of satisfaction was seen on every one’s face in the cafe apart from ONE.

Although, the left most corner of the cafe was covered with brightest lights and colorful cages, it still appeared dull. It seemed as if the happiness in the cafe did not flew towards the corner of the cafe. A young beautiful girl was sitting there holding a hot coffee mug and lonely smile tucked over her face.

Hearing the glee around, she whispered to herself : What was so great about the year? Why is every one around smiling even when the year might not have been much fruitful to each one? Why is every one so excited about New Year Night? What is the coming year going to owe ? It’s always going to be the same.. One more year with heart breaking expectations and pain. A year more to survive.

It appeared that she was being very much pessimistic about things around. Just then some thing happened, some thing that caught her attention. Out from the crystal clear window, she saw a man holding a stack of balloons returning back to his home. There stood a small hut roadside where his children’s were playing and his wife was cooking food on hearth. Seeing their father coming back, little kids geared up with joy and started running towards his side. The man immediately hugged his kids and carefully listened to their day stories. All three of them reached their hut and his wife served them the dinner, the dinner not being a lavish one, had some chapati’s and some daal.

The entire view pinned her mind, she carefully kept on observing them for some more time. To this she realized, even though this little family is able to survive hardly, how much contended they are. She could see the joy on their face and the zeal of living their life no matter how bad their survival was.

With all such thoughts in her mind, a new soul was born in her. She realized each minute, each day and each year might or might not be worth, but at least one should be contended with what ever one possess. There’s always a brighter sight waiting for us and ready to cuddle us up. When she walked out of the cafe, brightest smile rolled on her face and she now had plans in her mind of celebrating New Year’s eve and being grateful and Celebrating each day of the bestowed LIFE (And she framed it as her New Year Resolution).

P.S : Each Day is a New Day, Erase the past bad chapters and live your TALE as a New ONE every single day.

 

Darkness…

To one of those rare winter evening..

After illuminating the city with its warmest rays, the sun had now settled between the swaying leaves. The city streets which kept on buzzing for the entire day were now silent. Hardly few tea and coffee shops were open across the roadside. While everyone buried them self in their coziest homes, she walked along the aisle of the river.

A lady with beautiful brown eyes and raven black hair, gently paced along the empty streets. She appeared to be lost somewhere in her own world, as if she was searching for something along the river side.

She kept on walking till she found a wooden bench located in the dark corner. Seeing that her face lighted up with a smile as if she had found a treasure box. The darkest corner of the city seemed to be her end of search.

After a stressful day at work and a monotonous routine, she found a source of happiness in that little hidden corner. With thousand of thoughts running in her mind, she muttered: this place is all i need for the rest of my life. Far away from the chaos of life the silence here carries my heart away. There’s no one to grumble about me, no one to point me out at how should I behave, no one to teach me the norms of society and no one to rule my life.

While she thought about all this a smile of deep satisfaction rolled over her face. It appeared as she had finally smiled after ages. She realized it’s not that darkness always comes with loneliness or emptiness. May be the world has just mistaken it. There are times in life when being in the loneliest corner can teach you wonders. The ones that are not taught by the inspirational videos that are stuck on the internet. At one point of time inspiration, motivation, happiness, tears, satisfaction has to come from within us and this can be sensed only by spending some time far away from the muddled world.

This winter evening had been the warmest one for her, though the city was covered with brisk but there was fire within her. She was ignited by the happiness that little wooden bench made her realize.

Her mind and heart were now in common acceptance and she perceived : “Nothing in life is dark or empty, it’s just our perception. We always see a half filled glass as empty and often forget that it is half filled too. It all depends on us, how we discover our life and how we let our thoughts shape it. Yes, there might be odd days too where things might just not fall in place and when no one would be by your side but that’s not the end. We ourself can heal our soul and probably in a much better way than anyone else can do for us. Labelling darkness as a gloomy thing is just not the right approach, darkness actually comes with so much peace and happiness. The silence teaches us the hardest chapters of life in the easiest way.”

With all this beautiful thoughts and a new perception towards life she started walking back.Just few steps and she paused a bit, turned back and waved good-bye to the little wooden bench: “Good Bye my Happy Dark Corner, I shall see you soon..!!”

 

 

The Victim..!!

10:00 PM                                                                                                                        Noida, India
The dark sky swept across the silent streets of the city. Huge buildings across the streets stood like a monster ready to gulp the city. The security guard’s who were responsible for people’s safety were already half asleep securing their dreams. The only visible light being the flickering signal lights gave a hope of safety when Aarohi walked down the street.
Aarohi, 27-year-old, a girl with wheatish skin, sharp features and shinning black hair wore a beautiful floral blue dress covering her head with a pashmina shawl. The street where she rambled was a part of her everyday routine. Aarohi worked in a Well known IT company 2 lanes behind this street.

While she  walked along the lane, a brisk black Audi passed by her side. The shawl covering her head plunged by the wind-blown by the snappy car. She was taken a back by what she had just heard, someone from the car had shouted : “Hey lady, get inside our car..!!” Aarohi was stumped, she paused for a while, looked back and thought was it wise enough to return back. Having traveled almost more than half way there was no point returning back and with this thought she moved ahead. On her way she kept on murmuring “Aarohi this is the same route you have been hiking on since 3 years and it’s totally safe, nothings gonna happen you will reach home in next 15 mins.

As she moved ahead, she saw the same Audi taking a U-turn and coming on her way. Her breath sank and she started running in the opposite direction. Within few seconds the car spotted her and she was horrified, 2 furious young men came out and pulled her inside and one more on the front seat who used abusive words to call her inside. Aarohi tried every bit to save herself but all her efforts went in vain. She kept on shouting “Don’t pull me, someone help help..!!” There was no one to hear her sobbing scream.

And in few minutes all her belongings dropped on the road and she was in the car.

Inside the car, her hands were pulled tightly by the one seating on backseat and the other one holding her legs who was on the front seat. She tried every bit to save herself,  kept on impelling her hands and legs in every direction she could.

Slowly slowly, she had lost all her strength and could no more resist. With every single minute she could feel the pain, her clothes were ripped off one by one. She was in deep shock, hardly could she shout or utter a word. The rage in her eyes had now turned into shame. The only thought that she had

how will she face the world now?

What’s going to happen next?

Will they kill me? And If they don’t kill me, I would kill myself..!!

And in next one hour when the lust of the demon had been satisfied they kicked her out of the car on the footpath. There was no one on the road side and for a change Aarohi felt good about it. She was scared to face the world now. She tried getting up but failed not only once but thrice. She regained some energy, stood up and started figuring out the road. While she walked, her eyes, her mind, her heart still could not accept what had just happened with her. She thought of killing herself on her way back but for every time she thought to do so, the pity eyes which had been waiting for her at home stopped her from doing so. She knew she had to live for her parents and in no chance she could end her life.

Every moment on her way back, she thought if the devils who brought her to this stage Will even be punished? Will she get justice? Will the society accept her? Will her parents be able to face the world? Will she lead a normal life? What if every thing goes wrong? What if tomorrow she would be in the highlights of newspaper with a title “Aarohi Sharma : a middle-class family girl gang RAPED..!!”  Every inch of her body still could feel the pain and the marks given by them, she wanted to rub it off, tear her skin and hide in some corner and never get out of it.

She was now at the doorstep of her home, she ranged the bell and her dad opened the door. Her dad was scared by her condition, she hurriedly got inside and broke down. She kept on howling and shouting.  Even without speaking a word, her parents were clear of what had happened with her. They tried getting every detail of who had done this to her. For the entire night she kept on weeping and her parents who were already speechless tried consoling her.

This was not the end of the story, the actual tragedy happened next morning when Aarohi and her parents decided not to raise voice against what had happened with Aarohi. They all decided to forget the entire trauma as soon as possible. Just like every other middle class family, rather than fighting for justice they were worried more about the society.

And with this, One more chapter was masked and a smile was coated on the sore face. Although it took years for Aarohi to clear off the scars and lead a new life.

This forces me to think : What was her fault? Why was she been asked to keep her mouth shut? Was she doing something wrong on the street? If it was about her clothes then she was actually covered in a complete Indian attire, not even a drench of her body was visible. Why is that the fear of society kills our confidence?

In the country where we reside, every other day a girl like Aarohi is forced to live a dead life.

P. S : Wish Girls on this planet can soon enjoy their life in peace, without any fright of loosing their own self. One must not forget every girl is a daughter, a wife,a mother and a sister for someone, lets protect them and not make them a living dead soul.

 

The Surprising Door Bell

A year later, sharp at 12:00 am the door bell rang “TING TONG, TING TONG

Meera who was busy attending the phone calls rushed and opened the door. To her daze, a middle-aged man was standing on the other side holding a Bouquet of Blossoming Red Roses, her favorite Ferraro Rocher  chocolates and eye pleasing gifts.

Thunderstruck Meera was almost about to shout : “What Daaa….” Just then she gasped, collected all the stuff and hurried towards her room. For the next few minutes she kept on gazing all the gifts, she very well knew from where it had arrived. A drop of tear rolled down her eye when she murmured –

The Best Surprise from the Best Person” ~ Rahul. His name from Meera’s lips created a beautiful echo in the void room.

Meera calmed herself and started hunting for her phone. While dialing his number, Meera thought : ‘A call after a year‘ (Although no calls were made in the entire year but Rahul’s number still was in her favorite contact list). Even before the ring could be heard, Rahul picked up the call (The most awaited phone call for Rahul).

And it was “Silence on both sides

While Meera recovered some courage to say “Hi“, Rahul as always had already taken a move. The first 3 words he spoke were

Happy Birthday Darling..!!

The lovestruck word “DARLING” after a year made Meera blush. She finally spoke “Rahul, I am overwhelmed to see how perfectly you make my day so special. Each and every small effort of yours makes me feel so grateful. Thank you so much Rahul

Rahul replied : “Meera, this is the day I was waiting for since a year

The conversation then started and continued for hours and hours. They discussed about each and every bit of their past One year and also how much they missed each other. Loud laughter, tears of joy  and constant chitchat continued from both the sides. Clock ticked 9:00 am and when the rays of sun lighted the city, they realized they were already late for their moronic office.

Just before they were about to hung the phone, Rahul asked : “Meera, can we please meet today evening, at the same coffee shop ?

Meera (desperately wanted to meet him) : Within no seconds she replied “Yes Rahul, sharp at 7 pm

With grin on their lips and blush on their cheeks, the phone call ended.

P.S : Some relations demand time.. 

 

 

 

Are you suffering from Mid 20 trauma??

One more elegant Wedding to attend and I want to escape. These days my most awaited dream makes me feel tearful. Ever since I was in college, I wanted to be the most charming bride. I always used to visualize my wedding with the glitters, the bells, white orchids, glamorous decoration, appetizing food, wedding dance, friends, relatives and so on. But today I am scared with everything that’s happening around me.

Before I narrate my situation, let me introduce myself I am Ria Sharma, 25 years old and a girl who per society should have been having kids at this age. Like every other girl of my age I am the most eligible candidate for …

You might be wondering eligible for Job???

So, let me break your hunch.

Not eligible for job but the most Eligible candidate for Marriage.

Nowadays, every third person whom I meet has just one topic to discuss about me:

When will I get married?

Why am I rejecting every boy?

Have I already found someone? and many more…

Sometimes I don’t understand what’s wrong with everyone? Is marriage the last thing for any girl/boy of my age? Can’t they have a life of their own?

There’s nothing like I don’t want to get married but till the time comes why can’t I just be the way I used to be.

“A free bird flying in her own sky and just relishing her life on her own terms.”
By now, I have realized it’s not that simple. We live in a society where some predefined rules have been just stamped and it will be the same. Although few things still can be changed but everything demands time and patience which we as young blood often tend to lose.

 Currently we might feel the phase is just getting worsened every day. What we desire is just moving out of our league. We start feeling pessimistic about everyone’s opinion around us. There’s nothing wrong in having such thoughts but at the same time we should not forget to live in the moment.

Each phase of life has its own beauty, we might not be happy with what we are in currently but this might turn up to be a beautiful memory once conquered. This phase might team up with a little pressure, some arguments might lead to havoc, some disappointments might lead to pain but we must understand everything is just temporary. This is not the End of Life..!!

It’s a journey of miracles, you never know which might turn up to be a Life Changing One..!!

So all the beautiful young souls out there, “Just Relax, Slow Down, Breathe, Enjoy and Cherish it..!!”

The Early Dawn…

The sun had barely risen and the city had subdued quiet in dawn. Only some road sweepers and morning factory workers hurried through the fast moving streets of Mumbai.

While everyone passed along the streets, I found a fisherman trying to get his way through the deep sea. The silent sea waves created a symphony which was peaceful. The fisherman, in the midst of the never ending sea was in search of something. For him his boat was like a extravagant yacht, the one enriched with all the luxuries of world. His fishing net was not just the one knitted with nylon or silk but above all it was his reason of survival. The isolated sea had now turned out to be its soul. Everyday he would porch in the same sea in hunt of living for his family.

By now time had elapsed by few hours, sun was overhead and the buzzing streets of Mumbai were now crowded. The fisherman kept on swirling his fishing net in all directions. While he did so he had now managed to get some fishes and though it was not a fancy deal but feeling of contentment was visible on his face. And now, he knew that he would be able to get something for his family while he returned back. And his search went on for the rest of the day.

When the beautiful sun was about to sway back and the sky dyed pomegranate pink, the fisherman sailed his boat back to the shore. A feeling of pride was clearly seen on his face. His job though it paid him little but he was satisfied about what he did. At the end of the day smile on his family’s face was all that he strived for.

P. S : Be contended about what you work, it may reward you sooner or later.