Letters to my daughter (2)
Dear Rooh,
Mamma has always been an introvert. She has never really understood the point or the need for human interactions.
Irrespective of the fact whether you like people or not, never try to interact with them. Instead,Experience them. Let them grow on you. People begin to make a lot more sense that way. I promise.
When you're around someone, notice:
How their silence merges with yours and grows into a whole new language of your own.
how their loneliness finds a way to yours and you start feeling a sense of belonging to the composite loneliness.
how the sunshine in their eyes reaches out to the darkness in your heart; and lights up every crevice of this human vehicle that you call your body.
how their vulnerability finds a way to your insecurities, and makes you feel safer, somehow.
how the adventure in their soul dances to the tune of your desires of and makes you accept your insanity,a little more.
Don't ever miss out on the beauty of letting people in. Its okay to let them in, Rooh. Its okay to let them in.-
Dear Love,
Maybe, you were never about finding myself in others.
Maybe, you were always about finding others in myself.
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I am.
I am both exhibit A and exhibit B.
I silently let half eaten words drip, bit by bit, onto the ink stained paper and call it poetry.
I romanticise pain, until it gets painful.
I write a lot of unsent letters,
And make memories out of photographs that my camera never clicked.
I'm not the cool girl.
I carry my emotions on the whiff of my fingertips and
fall in love with everyone, I meet, a little more, each day.
I can't let go at the snap of my fingers.
My heart bends but it also breaks. Shatters.
My love leaves along with the lover.
I'm the misfit.
I'm desperate.
My dreams take advantage of my desperation and everyone mistakes it for passion.
I like the moonset more than the sunrise and the sunset more than the moon rise.
I run towards invisible walls like a child with open arms and then complain on getting hurt.
I let my insides crumble at the sight of fear and then let my depression silence that dread.
On most days,
I make a home out of my depression and I lock the doors.
But the light still enters through the window I forget to latch.
I am.
I am not.
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Letters to my daughter (1)
Dear Rooh,
Mumma is finally at peace with the chaos. Mumma is in love. With the thought of you.
She wants to tell you that the words 'we' and 'us' are beautiful. But so is the word 'I'.
'I' manifests your breath. The breath that is struggling SO hard to make you feel alive. Literally.
'I', represents the magic of the fire burning within you.. The fire that has the power to consume all of humanity within itself. But doesn't. Instead that fire only helps create. And re create. And destroys only when it must.
So, when someone asks you to be less of 'I' and more of 'we' or 'us', or more of 'I' and less of we/ us tell them my mama asked me to be both. Equally.
Because, we cannot exist without 'I'. And ' I' is nothing without we.
You are I.
I is we.
Are we?
You are.-
We spoke about how we're so desperate to be happy. There's no desire. It's always an urgent need. Which is why perhaps, we've come to this. It takes so less, we ask for so little, maybe that's why we get the least.
(Continued in the caption)-
They ventured into lands unknown.
They ventured in search of home,
A song quivering deep inside their hearts --
Melodies unformed. Tunes unheard.
A song, that’s thrown them apart.
Be cautious -- this song comes with a price.
This song demands sacrifice.
For this song to be fully formed, a lot of them must be undone.
Remember -- there are a lot of questions that are yet to come.
So, go forth child, go on,
Once all of this is said and done
It’s not long before, the melody comes
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/At 22, you will start making your way home/
You will understand why your father always said that the world is not a kind place but you'll also realise that is why you need to be kind to yourself. You will scream until you lose your voice and exhaust yourself until you lose your mind. And then, you will find your voice and mind in ways you never have.
But most importantly, you'll find that the ground beneath your feet is slipping and you'll learn to fly, just enough to save yourself.
(entire piece in caption)
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If I were to write a book, Dr. Zaid wouldn’t be a character in it -- he’d be the hero and the villain, the thesis and the anti-thesis -- to tell the world that we didn’t need saving from monsters., the war was against ourselves and that, victory is a choice.-
drops of water falling through the ceiling,
in an unfrequented house --
Distant. Familiar. Reassuring.-
Loneliness sounds like
drops of water falling through the ceiling,
in an unfrequented house --
Distant. Familiar. Reassuring.-