You questioned her clothes? - she changed it to apron.
You questioned her expression? - she fixed it.You questioned her education? - well she was a f*ing doctor.You questioned why she was out at night? - well, she technically wasn’t.What’s more left to question - Maybe now you can question why she fell asleep.Maybe she wouldn’t have been assaulted then.Maybe she would have just died of exhaustion.That would have been less humiliating.Maybe this time we question you-Didn’t you hear her scream?Didn’t you see there was no place to rest?Didn’t you see she was within a “safe campus”?Didn’t you see she wasn’t technically out at night?
Didn’t you see the punishment she got for serving people?Maybe this time we question a man’s integrity as a human being?For once can men stop complaining that it’s not all men?And for once can women stop protecting these monsters as their sons, brothers, partners and what not? And can people stop saying that it doesn’t happen to all women?

So, it’s not all women, but it’s ALWAYS WOMEN,
And It’s not all men, but it’s ALWAYS MEN!

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When she stops trying, stops explaining or complaining, she just stops…. Know that she has given up.

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I don’t know why we thought calling humans with animal names would be insulting to humans. On the contrary it’s insulting to animals, who are much more loyal, respectful, loving and understanding than a human with six senses!

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Oh what a world the storyteller liven in! The one whose words flow effortlessly from the pen, the same fails when they are expected to put a correct letter to every emotion they feel and speak it out loud. And Since most stories take place in the shadows, and the teller waits too long to tell the story, each time, the words fail, the narration changes and emotions misunderstood. How to put a word to concern? How to put a word to worry? To protection? To care? How to put a word to any of these? But since everyone expects it to be worded, and most are so good at it, the teller fails. As unlike the stories, there is no time to pause and reflect, no time to ponder, no time to introspect. It’s always now or never. And most times than not, the teller fails in the now!

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Sometimes all I can think is not even the “why” for whatever happened, but how to make the numbing feeling go away, to actually feel the incident and get it over with, so that I can finally move on.

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When something terrible happens, you suppress it unconsciously till you are strong enough to confront it. Sometimes we can never make sense of why and what happened to us and why me?!. But a wise one told, whenever something terrible happens, you can choose to be wise or wounded. Choose to be wise, don’t fall into the pit again and don’t allow others to fall into that. That would be a blessing in disguise. But only when you are in the process of healing. Give time. Heal. And in the journey, go hand in hand with becoming wise. And just unknowingly you become stronger and most importantly free from that horror.

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You are always there. I always wondered why even the remotest places fail to feel foreign to me? Why even when I am alone I am not lonely? Why the long walks feel more peaceful? Then I realized it’s because of you. The soft caress of your sunshine, the chilly welcome of the wind, the warm drizzle of rain, the enchanting mix of green and brown of the trees, the early morning sunshine or the night full of stars and moonlight, you are there. The sunshine, the moonlight, the wind, the rain, the birds which represent you my dear Mother Nature, you are there in all these forms, surrounding me, protecting me. Let it be different states, different cities, different countries, you are always the same. And when my best friend, my love, the closest secrets keeper has always been nature, how on earth can I ever feel alone? Cuz even when humans betray, your own so called flesh and blood hate you, you have always loved me and you still do.And just because of that, I find the strength in me to still wake up everyday. So I can feel the gentle caress of Mother Nature again.

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Over the years,
I have just come to accept that,
Maybe what we share is beyond words,
I never knew how exactly you could tell,
But to be there for me at my worst and my best,
To cheer me up when tears were my only support,
To rejoice with me on my smallest accomplishments,
To whisper sweet comforts with your chilly breeze,
To wash away my pain using your drizzle,
To quench my internal storm with your thunder,
To water my parched land so that it once again blossoms with hope,
You have been there,
And I know you will continue to be there,
As May it be different terrains but the sky is the same,
And May it be across the world,
But you proved once again,
That you and me will always be the same,
From my birth till now and for many more years to come!!!!!
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Sometimes I wonder, why do we keep relying on the memories, on the moments and all. Why? Can’t we just live? Maybe it’s past because it was supposed to pass away, maybe it’s gone because it was enough for you to bear. Maybe it was just enough for you to grow. Maybe it’s life’s way of telling you , “ it’s ok my child. Remember the days you wished it was all a dream? Well it is now. Just breathe and let it all go. It’s ok. It was meant to go and it’s good that it’s gone. It’s alright. You are ok.!”
Maybe we should just pause in those overwhelming moments and think, “wasn’t it exactly what I wished it to be? Maybe I am still in the process but atleast I started the process. Isn’t that a progress in itself? Isn’t that what life is about?”

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Be like water, ….. just like water takes the shape of whichever vessel or type it embodies…. But remains water…… go with the flow whichever situation life throws you in or you out yourself , But never leave your real essence, the one that is unique to you…. That makes you “you”…. And the solution you are searching for, the key for the locked gate….. will appear itself…. Till then, just go with the flow and just breathe!!!

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