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First of all I want you to know and understand the meaning of these two words: Pretty and Beautiful.

Both are used to describe how good you are. But they are so different. ‘Pretty’ describes the external beauty- it can be your eyes or face or smile or any other physical feature.

Whereas ‘Beautiful’ can be used for both- external as well as internal beauty. ‘You are beautiful’ means you have a good soul or a good nature.

So being beautiful is much more better and important than being pretty. Don’t you think?

And yet we all are so focused on being pretty. I see my friends spending thousands of bucks to groom themselves.

No offense,but people are more focused on manicuring and pedicuring rather than scrubbing off the dirt from their conscience.

I wish bleach existed for the soul as well so that it could glow as bright as your face. And imagine you got to do a ‘cleanup’ of all the negativity around you.

How wonderful it would have been if we could do a ‘makeover’ of our inner self!

There should have been a way to improvise the way we see this world (and the people in it) rather than focusing on eye shadows and mascaras to glorify these eyes.

And I’m sorry this is not only for girls and women. Boys and men too need to be beautiful.

Yes, not handsome. Because beautiful is not a gender specific adjective.Both, men and women can focus on being a beautiful human being.

So may we all appreciate the meaning of beauty rather than going for the shallowness of pretty features. And may we reach the depth of ‘beauty’ within us rather than attaining the heights of being pretty (or handsome)🦋😇

That’s what you say when someone asks you- ‘How are you?’ The instant reply is, I’m fine. No matter what kind of hell you are going through.

Stressed, upset, depressed, broken, tired, fed up, angry, anxious, jealous, guilty, defeated, ashamed- there are so many adjectives in the vocabulary to describe your negative emotions.

Then why do we prefer a four letter simple word? “FINE”. And you know the answer to that already. Don’t you?

Because nobody ever means to know how you really are when they ask you how you are. It’s just a formality- a question to start the communication.

And it’s not just “them”. It’s “us” too. Even we ask at least two people everyday about how they are without really meaning to know what they are going through.

And why am I writing a blog about this silly thing? Because it isn’t silly. Sure, it’s become a habit now, to ask how the other person is.

And I won’t preach something along the lines like…’the next time you ask someone this question, mean it.’

No. I know it’s not going to happen. Let’s stop beating around the bush. It’s a simple fact that everyone is busy with their own lives.

So nobody would give a minute to think about what you are going through.And fair enough, I would say.

Because even they are going through so much that you know nothing about. But that doesn’t mean nobody gives a damn about you.

Maybe they prioritize themselves first. And that’s okay. Self love is very important. In fact I would say, you start doing it too.

Why should someone else get the authority to make you feel better? Gear yourself up.

If you are feeling low, try to divert that negative energy into positive forces. Listen to good music, watch a funny movie, read books or inspirational quotes, spend time with pets- do something, in fact do anything that you love.

But don’t let that negative energy seep into your soul. For it can cause much more harm than you can imagine. And always remember, your life is much more important than the things that make you unhappy.

There is so much that I want to write about this topic, but maybe in my next blog. (Or a blog after the next one!) But it depends on how much you guys would like to read about it.

Let me know your honest opinions in the comments and I will try to be better.I promise. So see you, until next blog!😬

Oh, how we wish to go back in time and amend the wrongs! We would give anything to say the right things this time.

We would choose to remain silent rather than saying those harsh words. We would have told our parents that we loved them- and that we still do.

I would have scolded my heart to not be afraid of how it felt. I would have taken the chance to make a fool of myself rather than letting the ‘what ifs’ haunt me for years to come.

But what’s the point now? Things we said cannot be taken back. Things we did (or dint do) cannot be corrected.

The hearts we broke, cannot be fixed. People who are gone, won’t come back.But there’s one thing that can be done.

Let’s learn from our mistakes… Let us think twice before saying something in rage. Let us take chance this time- what’s the worse that’ll happen?

We’ll make a fool of ourselves. We will fail- but that’s fine. We can try again. At least we won’t be left with any regrets.

And the next time these ghosts come to haunt you, do not run. Face them. Accept your mistakes. Let’s make peace with the past so that we can live in present and focus on the future.🌟☺

It wasn’t just me who grew,

I saw her grow too…

Hair turning from black to grey,

I’ve watched her struggle everyday.

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I wonder how her childhood was like. I mean I’ve heard stories about her- from my granny and my aunts.

But it’s not even a fraction of her childhood. Those are just bits and pieces- and a version that they remember.

I mean I’ve literally spent my entire life with her and it kind of annoys me that I’ll never get to know her completely.

I know it’s silly, but I end up wondering how as a kid was she. And what about when she was a teenager? Did she go through a similar phase as I did?

Does she have any regrets? What about the dreams and wishes? I know she gave up her career to take care of us.

And if I think of it now, it must have not been easy to give up a part of her identity and take up new responsibilities.

From what I hear, she was a completely different person before marriage. And I’ll never get to see that side of her.

Fun loving, bold and carefree- I can never picture her to be that.Yes, she was beautiful- and she still is. As far as I can remember she has always been loving, responsible and a disciplined woman.

This blog isn’t about inspiration or self love. It’s about understanding how much someone has given up for us and how much we owe her.

Of course we all are aware that our moms have made many compromises to raise us. But I’m not just talking about them giving up the last piece of cake or not buying what they always wanted, so that they could gift us a toy.

They have given up their youth to take care of us. They have given up the carefree nature and permanently replaced it with worry and stress. Some of them have given up their careers as well.

And I know there are thousands of beautiful posts about mother’s love and her sacrifice. About how we should value her love and show her that we care.

This blog isn’t different from any of those. If anything, it’s just another reminder of how much we owe her.

It’s a reminder to tell her that we love her- even if we fail time and again to show it.

Let us not forget that she is growing along with us. And I don’t want to scare you, but it’s a fact that she is aging and we can’t stop it.

So let us cherish the time that we have together and let us not waste another minute to tell her that she means the world to us. 🌍❤

Did you ever come across the story of Phoenix? According to Greek mythology, the Phoenix bird is reborn from its own ashes- thus making it almost immortal.

Many cultures have described the bird as a symbol of strength, power and life. Whether the bird existed or not, you can’t deny the resemblance of this story with your own.

The bird embraces the fire as if its the best gift life has offered to it, burns in it with grace and rises from its own ashes- to start over a new life.

How many times did we think – “this is the end of the world for me? I’ll never be able to come out of this mess.” (And I’m talking about ‘the sun would stop rising and the earth would combust’ kind of crisis that we face at least once or twice in our life span)

You might have faced such life crisis and successfully emerged out of it making it look so simple to others.

Of course, only you know the struggle and strength that it took for you to accept the situation, tackle it and then smile like nothing happened!

For those who have not been through such crisis yet, let me tell you that you will experience it sooner or later.

But we don’t have to be afraid of facing it. Because let me tell you a secret- we all are born with the genes of Phoenix (relax, I don’t mean literally!)

What I mean is, we are capable of dealing with all the obstacles that come in our way. And we are stronger than we think we are.

Sure, it would hurt and you won’t know how to stop the pain. But give it time, let the wounds heal. The pain will fade eventually.

And in the end I promise, we’ll come out of it as bright and beautiful as the Phoenix. (You may as well call it your rebirth if you like!)

After all, its the challenges that we face which makes us the better, stronger version of ourselves. It teaches us to be kind to others.

This fire that we’ll embrace, will teach us how to be compassionate. It’ll burn out all the hatred, weakness and insecurities that we are wrapped in. And what will remain is only the goodness in us.

And we all shall rise with that goodness. Because this world needs the Phoenix to be reborn.🌞

It’s funny, the way we judge others and make opinions about them. It’s a very systematic process that everyone of us follow. We see someone- there’s an image created instantly in our subconscious. And then we make opinions about them.

“Oh! the girl is soft spoken and smiles all the time”- she is sweet and harmless. “Wears glasses, no fashion sense”- that guy is a geek! “Loud, chirpy and bubbly”- she is definitely fun!! “Spikes, leather jacket and shoes”- OMG HE IS SO COOL!!

But can’t the soft spoken girl be cool? And the cool guy you see everyday -who knows the struggles that he might have gone through?

Even I’ve judged people in the past… And I remember buying an expensive dress, (although it broke my heart to spend money on that!) just to be eligible to walk with “them”.

Why do we have to hide our true selves every time we interact with the world? What are we scared of? Losing friends and being lonely? Getting those “not so nice” opinions and mean smiles?

We have been doing it from such a long time that I’m afraid we might have lost our true selves in the process. Our minds are clouded with others opinions so much so that we don’t really remember our own voice.

When was the last time you really said the right thing- unafraid of the backlash? When was the last time you went to a party without applying makeup?

I’m not saying, roam the streets all day in your pyjamas (although it doesn’t sound bad!) But can we, for once understand who we truly are and be that self?

It’s okay if you like to dress up and put makeup- but don’t hide your thoughts. Let’s not be afraid to show our soul to others. For nobody can tear it apart unless we allow them to.

So the next time you see that shy girl with no friends- tell her how amazing you think she is. And you don’t have to say all nice things just for the sake of saying- otherwise again, you are putting on a show.

If you don’t feel like saying anything at all, don’t say. I mean I literally walk the streets like either I am invisible or the rest of the world is!

But then, let’s not judge. Let’s not tag others with names like “pretty face”, “dumb guy”, “cool hunk” or an “ugly potato”. Let’s not be the ones who give mean smiles to those who don’t “fit” in your world.

Because nobody is meant to fit in this crowd. We all have different cultures, upbringing, status and most importantly minds- we have minds of our own.

But in all these differences, there’s one similarity that stands out. The one which really matters- we are not dolls made of wax or clay.

We are all humans, with flesh bones and blood. And we all carry that little heart which can be broken easily.

Let’s not be the monsters of someone’s life. Sure, they don’t matter to us but they do to someone. Let us all learn to be compassionate, kind and thoughtful.

Let us all be our own selves. I’m sure our heart is big enough to accept all the “weirdos” that we come across. And our minds are brave enough to not hide it’s thoughts in the fear of losing someone.. ❤😇

I see the world from a height;

All that’s dark and bright.

I see the green and the blue;

And the good that’s left in a few!

I see the poor hungry village kid;

Oh! But there’s nobody for him to feed.. 

I like to fly over farms and the well;

And listen to stories they have to tell.

They said its going to get better;

But after all this, does it even matter?

The village is changing for sure;

I don’t understand why can’t it stay the way it is- unadulterated and pure?

But you know the villagers won’t listen to me

After all I’m just a crow meant to sit on a tree.

You remember I told you that there’s good left in few? 

I’m really hoping that they’ll help us all rescue-

From the darkness that’s catching up so fast,

Ready to swallow our future and the good old past…

I see you when I close my eyes,

You smile- that innocent smile of yours.

But your eyes cannot hide that pain

Looks like you have waited for years

I want to ask you- what is it that you are waiting for?

So I step forward…

Tears are rolling down your eyes now

But the pain is replaced with what?

Is it hope? I wonder.

You kiss my forehead and I wake up from the dream.

And I know in that moment;

That you’ve always wanted me to come back home.

I know you hate to think I exist,

And you don’t want me near you.

But I am the ultimate truth!

Do not fear my darling,

Because if life restricts you-

I give you freedom.

So close your eyes…

And embrace me with love.

For I am your final destination

And if you think death is darkness,

Then think twice…

For I am just the bridge that leads you

To the place where you’ll

Finally find peace.

One of the major lessons that I learnt in the past years, is that you need to make peace with your choices and their outcomes.

In the end, it’s YOU that matters the most. You are the only one who is going to spend your entire life with yourself after all!

So why not give some time to really understand- who you are and what lies beneath that beautiful lie you have created to showcase yourself for the world?

Accept all the flaws in you and handle them with grace. It’s okay if you don’t know how to sing or to dance. It’s okay if you can’t run fast or swim. It’s okay if you think you are not enough.

Because nobody knows everything. But all of us do know something. Maybe you are good at listening or talking. Maybe you know to cook or crack a lame joke to lighten the mood.

Whatever it is, find that one thing (or two) that you think you are good at. And appreciate the person that you’ve become.

Try to understand the beautiful mess that you are. Because if you don’t understand yourself,  then how can you expect someone else to?

And if you don’t love yourself first, how can you love someone else? 😇