Never Give Up? – EVER

I’m blank.

I have nothing to say. More like nothing to write.

What should I write? About how incredibly full and boring my life is? Or the fact that I have nothing positive to say?! (I’m not exaggerating…)

You know when you try to ride a bike for the first time but you keep falling? And it gets so difficult to motivate yourself to try for one more time? Well, that is what is happening to me.

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Early on at the start I was so positive, and optimistic about this blog and in general about my life. But I’ve learnt that it’s not all a rose petalled road (SHOCKER…not)

With work, and having drafts filled with posts I didn’t even realize that I needed to write whatever I was thinking so it wouldn’t end up written at the last moment with no thought. It has been happening since the past few weeks and let me tell you…I was this close to actually giving up and not posting today and putting it off for tomorrow.

BUT! If I do have to do it tomorrow, I might as well get it done right away, don’t I? (am I right or am I RIGHT?!)

We have such a luxury when we can do whatever we please that we become lazy. Doing things by yourself is incredibly rewarding, but also a lot of hard work. You need to be up for it. Not only that but you also need to be accountable for what your goal is and whether you are going for it or not.

Just as you get mad for falling off the bike and getting back up, you need to show the same strength and determination to get whatever it is that you want! It does not matter if you are 15, 25, 25 or even 55! As long as you keep your head high, and dust yourself and get back up; even though the thought of giving up comes in your mind you can look at yourself straight in the eye and say NO.

Giving up is not an option but a choice. Don’t choose the easy way and see what happens. Let me know if you had an overwhelming desire to give up but somehow managed to get through.

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Change – (Story)

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The wind whipped at her hair as she stood against the breeze. She could feel the sand between her toes, and could feel herself sinking whenever it got wet.

“I knew I would find you outside” said her friend coming over and standing beside her.

Both the girls stood, hand in hand and they took in the vast ocean ahead of them. So much had changed in one night. One of them was leaving town to pursue her career while the other had just been engaged to her long term boyfriend.

“I can’t believe everything that happened in just one night” said one while the other just looked on.

There was a time when they would walk over to the same beach and pretend to guess what they would do next year or in another ten years. Teenagers casually making jokes and laughing off about how their future would be like.

Now, everything they had worked towards and dreamed about, was actually happening. But a lot more quickly then they could adjust.

But they were happy. Giddy and excited about the future and what it had in store for them.

“You two can’t just leave me in a room full of testosterone!” said another girl huffing her way down towards them.

“We thought you could handle them all by yourself” laughed the remaining two as they walked towards her eyeing her full grown baby bump. The girls continued walking along the shore, chatting up and crying at private jokes they shared when they were 10. Sure, they were overwhelmed by everything happening, but that did not mean they couldn’t enjoy a little private time by themselves.

Sometimes in life, we will be thrown odd little curve balls our way. Sometimes we can duck, other times get hit directly in the face. But we should shake it off and move on. That’s life. And moving on is the only thing you can do.

It’s true what people say, change is inevitable. A CEO, a fiance, a mother and a godmother. So many changes, all in just one night.

But it’s the good kind of change we all have to look forward to and adjust with the rest. Because let’s face it, without change, life would be pretty dull.

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Dear Brothers – Happy Raksha Bandhan

To all my lovely readers who know nothing of this; to put it simply – it is just a day where the brother and sister celebrate their bond and love. (at least that is what it means to me..) So I write, not only to my own brothers (because I know for sure they won’t read this) but to all the guys out there with a sister – or someone you consider as a sister.

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As an only child, sometimes you envy the bond siblings share. I’ve been used to this. People say that you are missing out. Luckily for me, I’ve never felt that way. Maybe because I am a little anti-social or simply because I’ve had plenty of cousins; most of whom are boys. I’m sort of stuck in the middle so I can annoy the older ones and boss around the little ones. (not that anyone listens to me!) But I have always liked the fact of being a little spoiled since I am one of the few girls.

It’s true what they say, it’s not the type of relation but the bond you share.

And for me, I do love them all dearly. Sure I may have a select few whom I consistently talk to, but that is because they are more closer to my age. They are my closest guy friends, and also my big brothers to know and ask about any problem that I have. They may not know it, but every call or message they send (by themselves!) brings a small to my face.

We may not have grown in the same household, but I do know that this one day is where we all come together and annoy each other; and in general have a good time. I know that they will always have my back and despite them not showing it; I know they care.

And all I can write is – I love you too.

To all the boys out there – We know you love your sister no matter how overbearing or annoying she is. But show it! See what it does to her face. Celebrate her and cherish her. Let her know she’s your friend just as you are to her. Forget blood and relations and just spend time with her whether she is your sibling, your cousin, your closest friend who is like family. IT DOESN’T MATTER. Just show it!

Do you do this everyday? Apart from bickering do you make sure to let her know if she is important in your life?

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New Chapter – (Story)

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She stared at the blank page in front of her as she fiddled around with the ball point pen in her hand.

Writing came to her as easy as breathing. It always had. Despite what everyone else said, she made no effort. She just had to sit down and the words flowed automatically from within her.

But it had to be on paper. There was something refreshing about writing down on a crisp new page; and the feeling of scratching down whatever that didn’t work showed how much effort you put in writing down your thoughts when you saw it after a long time.

But somehow the past few weeks, something within her had held her back. There were no significant changes in her life; just the usual monotony of a normal routine. She was also close to the deadline of presenting her story to the board of directors at the company she worked for.

But she was drawing a blank. Despite the motivation she got from her friends, she had gotten a feeling she was broken. Till now.

Her little niece was out playing in the backyard, welcoming the new season; and she had taken a branch of flowers and kept in on her table. Something about the smell of those freshly plucked flowers, and the screaming of kids outside on the street and in her backyard let the wheels of her brain loose.

As she filled out page after page, she started smiling a bit more.

“It looks like the words were there all along”, her brother said peering down and peeking at the written matter. “Seems like it”, she laughed out swatting her elder brother and closing the door shut behind him.

She called out her manager, proof read everything and scanned the pages to send it to her all the while screaming and dancing about her room; feeling like she just had won the noble peace prize.

“Someone seems to have gotten their mojo back” a quite voice called from the back. Her sister, silently came in and sat down at the end of her bed; showing off her growing baby bump.

She laughed again feeling lighter than ever, remembering a line she had written in her new novel. Something about writing, always made her feel free.

“Sometimes we feel like we lost something, when in fact we just needed sometime to find ourselves. I never was broken. I didn’t lose my talent; I simply needed time to take a step back and take it all in”

And just like that the two sisters stepped out, to welcome the new season along with their entire family.

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Dear Friends – Happy Friendship Day

To all my Friends; I wish you a Happy Friendship Day. No. It’s not today but just a little earlier to show some special love.

Now, to be honest, I may not know a lot about this day apart from the fact that kids try and get as many ‘friendship bands’ as possible to show off the number of friends they have. (I confess to have tried that once…)

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But now, after a little experience in the world, I have to admit that the definition has changed. Imagine loops of circles of around you, like the solar system. Now, the closer the ring, the more in tune, I am with these people. Some cross the boundary of friends to become more like family. Now the farther away the rings are, the type of friendship changes from being friendly to being just good acquaintances.

Now you guys! As cliche, as corny or as cheesy it sounds are my friends as well. We may not personally know each other, but you read my rambled thoughts and posts and that means so much.

So, to you guys and everyone I know. Thank you, for being in my circle and for allowing me to join yours as well. Thank you for being my friend; for bringing me joy.

I do appreciate all of you!

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Flying High – (Story)

A single trickle rolled down his cheek and landed on the back of his hand.

Despite his noiseless attempt of trying and failing to be quiet; a lot of people were looking at him. But did he care? No. Everyone seated was facing the similar grief; the loss of someone they knew and loved. Thinking about what everyone else was thinking, was probably the last thing on his mind.

To be honest, he should have known. Or at least expected it one time or another. It wasn’t morbid thinking; just a reality. When you are in the army, life expectancy is numbered. You’re going to war, and saving your country. Casualties are expected.

But even though, it hurts to lose someone close to you.

Dad. The very thought brought a fresh wave of tears. He no longer had his buddy. No longer someone he could share his problems with. His mum had left him and his little sister a long time ago; so it was just the three of them. But that was enough.

His little sister didn’t know. She was alone at home and this wouldn’t be a way he would choose to let her know.

He often spoke about it. Both of them did. You can’t help but think about the last time you get to see your loved ones and hold them and talk to them; right before leaving.

“If I go, I want you to take me back home. Whatever you can find of me. Any piece, doesn’t matter. I want to be taken home and then cremated”. He was adamant. “And you tell your little sister personally. No telephone calls. My last time, I would like to be with my family. I want to be home”. His words seem oddly far away now.

They had a day before going back home. Everything was fine. Then suddenly, one shot, one life; all gone. With some courage, he glanced up towards the people resting around the coffin. Many were his dad’s friends. His brothers in arms. They had lost their brother; and the grief etched on their face was unbearable to watch. But, somehow it reminded him that he was not the only one suffering.

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Sparing a glance at the box, a rush of memories hit him. They were gliding, and his dad seemed intent on making it a special day for the three of them. He was only twelve years old as he and his sister screeched with happiness seeing their dad high
up soaring in the air. He was going to work the next day, and somehow he needed his children to have a good time.

“If I don’t come back, I don’t want you to feel any regret. I did what I had to. Someday you will understand. But always remember, I’ll be flying over your heads looking after you two. Okay?” he had said looking at them directly. They were far too young to understand, but always knew. He mind flashed to his sister.

She will be devastated. She idolized him. She would be heartbroken. But she would accept and understand. Just like he did.

A sharp ray of sunlight got him straight in the eye. He adjusted the his position of seating, avoiding the gazes of everyone in the vicinity, as he looked outside. “Almost home” he thought to himself as he looked at the horizon line.

Just as he thought it, the clouds cleared; he was twelve again seeing his dad gliding beside the plane, now carrying his body.

Sparing no thought around, he broke down in the sorrow of losing his only parent and his best friend.

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Hand Made – The Best Kind of Gift

Confession.

I am not big on words. I know right..SHOCKER! Especially considering that I have been writing consistently for over a month now. (Yayy..!) But, even though I may write, I Love You; whether in text or on this blog, I won’t be saying it very often when I talk. I don’t know why, but I’m just not that big on word affection. Sometimes it’s just the gestures that count, doesn’t it?

Anyway, if you are like me or are simply thinking of different ways to show people that you care then why not try something HANDMADE. I don’t mean the stuff which says ‘handmade’ at the store. No. I mean, actually crafting it with your own hands.

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Chocolate Butter Biscuits !

Now a days, while a lot of us may talk about materialistic gifts, trust me; the extra effort is worth it. I’d rather receive a thoughtful hand note with a bunch of flowers rather than a printed one. Wouldn’t you?

Sure! A spa day or a makeover sounds fun, but if you add a little personal touch like a greeting or a picture frame then wouldn’t the memory remain stronger even after the day is over?

I’ve been on a creative streak as you guys can tell, (..or maybe not) but with birthdays / special occasions approaching or going by I just decided to put my bit out there; instead of just plain old birthday / special occasion gift ideas.

I guarantee that anything you do, however small, will be met with a smile. (unless they actually do prefer a trip to mall rather than spending the day watching cheesy movies..)

Sometime’s it’s just the thought that counts; but if you have a picture with your mum eating a burnt pancake for breakfast, it sure will make her laugh after all the years rather than an expensive handbag; unless she actually needs it!

As a little tip for you lovely readers; the easiest and most highly appreciated gift you could do is to cook something special for your loved ones. Whether it is their favorite dish or something special you made, give it a try and see how their face lights up!

Let me know your thoughts and how else do you plan on spreading the love and appreciating those around you. Do you have any other hand-made gift ideas? Would you guys like some more gift ideas for what you can create?

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