Let's Not Feel Guilty About Something We Don't Have Any Control On. Like Opinion Of Others About Us.

Let's not feel guilty about something we don't have any control on. Like opinion of others about us. It's unhealthy. Guilt is a negative feeling and it eats us up from inside, slowly and painfully. So while someone means alot for us, their opinions should not. The real loved ones don't subdue us with words, rather lift us up with their spirits!

Staring at the painting,

and being stared by my reflection on it,

as we both shift on our legs, musing.

I wonder if my reflection is jealous of me being in the real world,

Or I am jealous of her being in the not-so-real world.

I wish for the barrier of canvas between us to disappear so we can talk about this matter at hand.

People do not care for people. People care for what comes with them. This is a harsh reality that people often deny to accept. While aspiring to become the epitome of selflessness, we forget being selfish is what brought us here as a race. So, let's not pretend being decent and oh-so-kind humans, when all we want is the most of everything.

The best thing about Indian culture (or any if they practice this) is how we are taught that a book is a holy object even before we ourselves perceive it's utility. Apparently, it is to tell us, and also drill in us, that no matter what era or year comes, nothing can be more beautiful than a book. Never. Even after being made of the most trivial material, it is the most non materialistic things in the world. The godly level of sermon. The salvation in between the heaps of papers.

"Your walls were so low, I am literally dancing in your garden right now, with my haphazard steps destroying your most favourite flowers.", they said.

I looked at the dead flowers on the ground ready to decompose as if never there, "You see the flowers in my garden don't define me since I have a storage of healthy seeds back home. Keep dancing till your legs hurt."

And then I walked inside my home, settling on my cozy couch, a warm mug of coffee in my hands, looking at the funny view outside.

When Lou said 'young man! Hush your cries and dry your tears away' and when he said, 'Darling just hold on!' and when he urged, 'Don't you let it kill you, even when it hurts like hell!', it felt like a message from up above and him being the conveyer to the tired shriveled up hearts down here...