It's been a year of pain, healing, meeting beautiful souls, creating a new me, destroying me again, becoming what I am, and so much more. This year has given me so much to remember and I'm glad it happened.
Cheers to a new year and new beginnings. May you people get all the love and happiness you truly deserve. Happy New Year and Happy Tuesday. Much love.
NOTE: The post you're about to read can be totally absurd and lame. Although, thank you for your time; it is much appreciated. Hope you have a good time ahead.
Hola amigos Yet again, I'm posting after so long. I've been inactive lately because I've been busy with work and other things. I miss everyone here and their beautiful words. I wish too read you all soon. Not back completely on mirakee but will be back soon and regular too.i'll visit nd read once in a while. I've some posts nd words i really want to share...hope you'll like them. For now, Keep tagging me or use #nbsanta. So that i don't miss out on any of your amazing words❤ ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------
There is light at the end of the tunnel. There is sunshine at the end of the storm. There is happiness beyond all the sadness.
It's coming out of something stronger than you were before. Wondering how on Earth you could've possibly managed to be so strong for so long, yet somehow, you're still here. The world is still turning and there is still so much left in the world.
~Marina Miller _________________________________________________
Be kind. Be silly. Be generous to yourself. Let the child in you take over. Stop waiting for permissions. You fucking don't need any validation to love yourself. Live life the way you want. Don't wait for any miracles or signals to happen, they won't happen. Maybe they will, but you'll end up waiting forever. Don't explain yourself, you really don't have to. You don't need to hold justifications for being the way you are. Don't hold yourself back and make space for the anxiety to take over. You are not one of those people who take shelter under a rock when the storm hits, you face it and you outrun it dauntlessly. Even if the whole fucking world were to tell you no, just keep telling yes to yourself. There's no space for negative vibes in your life. Your aura is way too good to hold any of it. Soar heights which everyone thought, or rather which you thought, you couldn't reach. You have so much inside you that's screaming to get out, and you feel it too. I know you want to let it out. It's time. Time to kick out every fucking thing that costs your peace and sleep. Don't let shit get down on you. Channelise your energy to become your stronger self. You got this.
The clock ticked half past two at night. I had just finished with an article and my lousy eyes were craving for sleep. Then all of a sudden, the phone beeped. I pulled the notification bar to have a look at the text. It read "Hi! How have you been?".
I was quite startled. I mean who pings up for a conversation so late? The bar didn't show a name rather a number. Now that was intriguing. I opened the messenger. Who knew that this curiosity of mine was going to haunt me for days!
The profile picture was visible. My heart cringed. I couldn't believe it rather I didn't want to. I so badly wanted me to be wrong. Finally I clicked on the picture and damn, my world went blank. My heart was racing as if in quest of searching an escape route to my mouth! After two long years of separation, I saw that smile again.
It'd been really hard for me to sideline all the memories, every little quirk that defined us, every single muse that we rhymed together, every single song which we hummed, every half-pint grief we sighed together. Maybe together was a satire and our love was sabotaged.
It took me long but I'd been able to trick my heart into not yearning for you. The indelible marks you'd carved on my soul were covered with sheaths of indifference. The scars you left had dried up into lines of nonchalance until now when you freshened up my wounds which bled melancholy.
My head was bursting. My inner core was a complete turmoil. I wanted to text back but I couldn't afford to hurt myself anymore. I had to save myself. My cheeks were burning with the continuous tears and I couldn't take it anymore.
I blocked the number and curled a sleepless night.
At times, explanations don't happen. With a swish rustling of leaves and an onset of forever rains, people walk away.
Without the last words. Without showing the courtesy to leave behind an umbrella for shelter. They leave.
At times, we don't get to comb through the pages of their pocket diary and understand why our name is lost somewhere in the middle pages among a jillion other names. At times, second chances don't cross our paths. Dark themed wallpapers dipped in unresting thoughts curtain the walls of our brain and after an era of searching, there are no answers.
At times, reasons in their handwriting don't sit by the bedside lamp like a novella to be read with a cup of warm tea. At times, things don't go the way as foreseen. And people walk away. They leave behind long afternoons spent alone in the shade. They leave behind an aroma which spreads like a plague through the best parts of our hearts. They leave behind no goodbye notes. And when that happens, all we have in our hands are shards of their everyday perfume. They leave behind fragments of those handmade sandcastles. They leave with a chunk of us chained to their feet. And they never look back to return our missing jigsaw piece. They leave us, feeling imperfect and incomplete. We stare into the distance seeing them take another step away from us until they fade into the infinite space.
At times, we can't pull someone's collar and lock them inside our souls. Those hands don't fit in ours and at times, we learn this the hard way. Our eyes are shedding and we have one word on our tongues. Why me.
There are always some people we don't get to keep. Its as if they came around in the first place to be a blessing we'd never have, no matter how obediently we pray. There are always some people we crave after they walk away.
We can wait all we want but some calls are never to come. While some others, always remain unanswered. Why. Coz at times, explanations don't happen.