Bucket List

"You deserve the best, the very best, because you are one of the few people in this lousy world who are honest to themselves and that, is the only thing that really counts."                                                                                                                            -Frida Kahlo I have often wondered what that one inviolate value is, that is indispensable to the people in my life. I think mine is courage. I don't need to think too much about why this means everything to me, simply because if I lost my courage, I'd lose the strength it takes for me to stand, unyielding, by my integrity. My pride follows my strength to remain rooted to my self fa...

You're above the clouds and the flutter of your wings remind you of this gift you have. It breaks the silence as you float through white and savour the blue and twirl just before you dive into the hues of red and gold, left in the set sun's wake. You're glad to be alive. The yellow of the sunrise is igniting the passion of flight in you all over again the next morning and so you begin your frollicking tumble through the cushion of clouds, your mind fueled by the independence of your choice and the conviction of being true to yourself. So it continues. And then, one day, when the typewriter sounds its last full stop, you are struck by the heavy, impenetrable, once comforting, silence, caught up there and no amount of jumping is pushing the curtain of solitude away. So you look around, in a desperate bid to remember why you chose this life and the memory doesn't serve the purpose of its reminder and you flounder. And you are cruising through the skies, yearning to ...

She nudged the huddled mass of human, indistinguishable from the warmth of the blanket he was wrapped in. "Are you alive?" The blanket didn't budge, even as the muffled voice filled her ears in the silence of the dark room, "Depends on how you mean it." "You're breathing, aren't you?" "If that's how you mean living, you don't really need me to answer, do you?" Her brow furrowed, she knelt on the floor hesitantly. "Whatever happened to you?" The blanket fluttered as a curtain would, when the child hiding behind it tried hardest to not move. "Whatever happens to those who live, unafraid." "I don't understand." "You won't. Run along, now." She plonked herself on to the cold floor, surer of her decision than she had been in a very long time. "Why not?" The sigh that answered her question gave away the exhaustion of a defeated, once indomitable soul. "You...

The mirror was shattered because the rays of the sun had pierced it too sharply.The fire burning it apart and the heat too consuming to endure- it broke. The reflections of the falling leaves were disjointed and warped as they fell past and scattered around the shards. She could only see her eye, brimming with tears as she stared confusedly at the piece closest to her feet. She couldn't understand how what was meant to be the source of all life, the driving force of motivation have torn this reflector of truth, shredded it so. She kneeled to try and piece it back together, in desperate denial of reality. The gaps remained. The futility of it crashed around her as the glass stared back, mocking her faith and laughing at her misguided belief that it could still be fixed. She looked away.  The soft brush of a flower that fell and landed right in the centre of the longest shard, drew her gaze. The flower was intact, so was its reflection. So what if it was too broken to proud...

Have you ever had the odd sensation of wanting to laugh and cry in the same breath? Doesn't it completely baffle your mind, that both feelings which tend to be stemming from generally polar events wish to occur at the same time? Do you feel the dark humour or genuine glee and tears of joy or silencing sorrow, battling inwardly, to determine which shall prevail and in the process, letting none escape? It sucks. (*giggles* *feels the urge to cry for giggling at something so stupid when something so profoundly bothersome is in mind*) So. I think I'm a mess of emotions in this moment. I find myself travelling back to the time I wrote my first post. Inspired by a movie that I had the grateful pleasure of watching with a friend, I promised to myself that I will begin this quest to unravel my wound up strings, brush out my dustiest corners and face the frank riddle I am, with a straight spine, unapologetic and admiring of the person I am after I discover her. I was enchanted, ent...

She didn’t want to talk anymore. She had always loved to swear. It brought out the intensity behind every feeling that reverberated through her tiny body and found pleasure in being expelled with the force and anger of a cuss. It helped her get through life because more often than not, it’s all that people deserved to be told. ‘Glorify or vilify them but you can’t ignore them’ was a loose coin rattling inside the tin can that was her head and all she wanted to do was scream.  For, ignore them, she couldn’t. But love them was something she yearned for. Yet to keep herself sane, she tried to calm herself down, relax, tell herself it’s okay but it just wasn’t working anymore. She didn’t know for sure if it was just reality of the world catching up to her or everything in it that cut her to the bone, that affected her so deeply. She just wanted the world to stop existing the way it did and become a good one. She wanted people to be honest, consistent, loyal and reliable. She wa...

"Have the courage to follow your heart and intuition.They somehow already know what you truly want to become." Steve Jobs And there it is, a splash of paint on the glorious white, blinking against the sun, turning to shades of red. The auburn capturing the gold of the light, ablaze against the calm azure and just when your eyes soak her in, you realize her eyes are brighter, just as the painter meant. Coal and flecked with sparkling life, she captures your attention and lets the small smile playing at the corner of her lips mock you for thinking you were immune to her captivating charm. After all, who doesn't want to witness life in all its zeal, thrilling you into action and urging you to chase your dreams with the wind of freedom billowing through your hair as you grin, inching closer by the step? And so, she propels your spirit and captures your heart for the innocence her crow-feet captured eyes can't hide and compels you to fall in love with the richness of...