When things go wrong…!

I believe everyone has a right to deal with their broken or strong self in their own ways, no matter how bizzare or surprising they might come across. Life breaks each one of us at some point in time, be it bit by bit in breaks or all at once, just like a storm at an unimaginable speed. No matter how much you try to save yourself, you are swirled around and in to time, the roots of your being are shaken down. Feel it, experience it, take your own sweet time to deal with it. Grow from it, learn from it. Show it that every second you spent thinking and fighting with it taught you something. It’s okay to cry it out if that makes you feel better, paint it out if that soothes you, do anything that calms you. The idea is to find something. Look for that one thing that can help you through it and get on it. Do it. Think it. Live it and the world will become a much brighter place from that grey world that has scattered itself around you off lately.
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but don’t you quit.
 
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow—
You may succeed with another blow.
 
Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor’s cup,
And he learned too late when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.
 
Success is failure turned inside out—
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far,
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit—
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.
 
—Anonymous
 
There are times when the words penned in this poem blur out in front of me and everything around me falls upside down. But somewhere deep, somewhere in that sturdy corner of my heart’s shelve, these words have stayed with me since the time I read it for the first time many years ago. And today is that day again, when I need this poem the most. To remind myself to stick to the fight. To remind myself to find something. To remind myself to get on with it. To remind myself to find the bright side. And how can I forget to mention my favourite conversation that brings a smile on my face every time I read it. Here it goes:
“What day is it?”
It’s today,” squeaked Piglet.
My favorite day,” said Pooh.”
― A.A. Milne

 

Wishing each one of us happier and brighter days! And the strength to endure your bad days!

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The Image

An unfathomable exasperation fighting out fate,
Weary eyes making the talks before they separate.

 

The image stands etched, in her heart’s alcoves,
Time rushed fast and yet stood still
For many have been crushed under life’s drill
The image comes back piling up in night’s troves.

 

Too soon it was, for her to realize what will it take?
It was still enough to shake her current state.
The image stands etched, cracking her on those blue days,
All she wants is, paint sun’s whispering gaze.
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She grew up…

A reckless child, roaming in the wild
She grew up.
That gleeful smile, conquering the isle
She grew up.
A believer in magic, distant from the tragic
She grew up.
Searching for that light, in the face of the night
She grew up.
Knocking down the waves, gushing from the caves
She grew up.
Figuring out the phases, swaying her in mazes
She grew up.
A reckless child, roaming in the wild She grew up. That gleeful smile, conquering the isle She grew up. A believer in magic, distant from the tragic She grew up. Searching for that light, in the face of the night She grew up. Knocking down the waves, gushing from the caves She grew up. Figuring out the phases, swaying her in mazes She grew up.                         
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The End is not the End

And just as a perfect drizzling weather allures one to step out for a date, the rains this morning tempted me to pick this book and by the end of the day, I was happy to come back refreshed and contended as it made me forget everything around me.
Title: The First Phone Call from Heaven
Author: Mitch Albom
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The story starts with the mayhem that turns up in a small town named Coldwater, Michigan as some people start getting calls from their loved ones which they claim are from heaven. The calls stir the emotions of these people and each one handles the situation according to their faith and conviction turning their lives upside down. Coldwater becomes the talk of the towns across borders and news reporters swarm in to spice up their headlines and TRPs. One of the receivers, Katherine agrees to share the call with the world and Coldwater no longer remains the ordinary town and gets flooded with visitors hopping in here to seek answers regarding calls and afterlife.
However, Sully Harding is not convinced with all the hysteria going on in the town and tries to delve deeper to dig out the actual truth behind these mysterious calls coming from afterlife and finally succeeds in untangling the entire pandemonium. After Tuesdays with Morie and Have a Little Faith, it was a surprise package to see such a well crafted mystery by Albom igniting so many questions within me. Every page made me more anxious by the time I was accompanying Sully in his search and left me turning pages to know what came next. The plot switching from characters to places first baffled me a bit but once I got hooked, it became super interesting. There were words, pages that made me to turn to them over and over again for all those bitter truths, beauty and wisdom wrapped in them.
I have compiled the list of quotes that made me to stop by a little longer on some pages and I am sure they will melt your hearts too. Here we go:-
“Desire sets our compass, but real life steers our course.”
“Sometimes, love brings you together even as life keeps you apart.”
“Sometimes what you miss the most is the way a loved one made you feel about yourself.”
“So often, we push away the voices closest to us. But once they’re gone, we reach for them.”
“That’s the thing when people leave us too suddenly, isn’t it? We always have so many questions.”
“Fear is how you lose your life…a little bit at a time…What we give to fear, we take away from…faith.”
“You have to start over. That’s what they say. But life is not a board game, and losing a loved one is never really “starting over.” More like “continuing without.”
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I love not Man the less, but Nature more

“The world keeps on changing, but there is always something, somewhere, that remains the same.”― Ruskin Bond
For someone who is deeply, madly and crazily in love with nature and totally awe stuck over its beauty, nothing can ever match the joy of reading Ruskin Bond and immersing in nature through his stories, most of which revolve around the simple and beautiful life amidst the lush green hills. For someone who has never been allured by those stacks of building lining up amidst the buzzing cities, my eyes always keep searching for something where I could feel those soothing tints of nature around me. And since this romance that I have always devoured on my own not being able to explain this love for nature to people around me, reading Ruskin Bond feels like meeting a long-lost friend who exactly penned down every bit of nature the way I observe nature and things around me.
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The grace with which he makes the story come alive weaving the description of trees, animals, and even the insects, you are transported to a different world altogether. These are the most beautiful and peaceful joys of life which most of us fail to draw in as each one of us is busy running our lives or our lives are busy running us. I can never deny this fact that my likeness for any book is directly proportional to the description of nature that flows in it. I may well like the story a lot, but to fall in love with it and for that book to be in my favorite book list; it definitely has to have nature savvy content in it. But one thing is for sure, you cannot ignore the beauty of nature when it calls you. Be it the tiny droplets tinkling down your windowpane, the winds wallowing and howling outside or those little dew drops shining over that soothing grass, the romantic way in which the moon makes its moves, everything is manifesting around us without any fail and it’s us who need to seek and see what impact these amazing wonders can have on us and our lives.
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Time

A pendulum where the life twirls,
Lasting till the breath swirls.
Fleeting past or crawling along,
In between blend the notes of your song.
The story changes at the blink of an eye,
Beating you down even when you are high.
A beguiling masquerade playing its game,
No one can escape its blazing flame.
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Promise

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Tomorrow is never promised. Hope is.
Victory is never promised. Effort is.
Rain is never promised. Sunshine is.
Ending is never promised. Beginning is.
Luxury is never promised. Nature is.
Youth is never promised. Being young is.
Justice is never promised. Honesty is
A wish is never promised. Optimism is.
Life is never promised. Death is.
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