Still Here !!!!

 Yeah !! Somehow I am still alive.

Here I am trying to balance work and play, playing a big girl. Growing up seems cool and I swear I am still not in the era where I am like - " Old days were better, god take me back ". But I don't why for some reason the cycle never seems to end. Failure was never an option but I did fail, learned moved on, just to repeat it all over again. The lost leadership role on which I got claps soon those hands backstabbed me, and it all happened all over again. The friendships taught me so much that even in this complete lifetime I can never pay it back, but that friendship dissolved me by my mistake. I wanted to be a part of that picture but was only a shadow left in that old corridor. 

I just penned that down in this old-style mixing of prose and poetry that came to my mind. I have been strong Sam (now mostly referred to as Sims). I worked my way up without any major bumper. So, yeah this one bump that had piled up led me back here, to this safe place or a place to kind of explore and know and learn. Bumpy tracks do make the adventure a little more tasteful. 

Life had come back to me and to be quite honest rather than saying came back to me, it actually hit me with the brightest light possible and though the pathway is well-lighted the cracks had found their new place in my heart. I don't know for this small, brief and beautiful moment I became a heart person, for all those moments I am so grateful, that even I who was full of doubts got this beautiful opportunity. Hmmm...what else well believe it or not some people who are gifted from the moment of birth are the most precious and the safest place in any world. Just their mere proud face is enough nothing more is needed and in the toughest time they stood by, I don't know why when I was a mere disappointment. It ignites and lights me up. I got all claps but lost the long battle this one time again, a mere shadow. Then again light touches me again and I know there is hope in this water, but a little afraid to swim across. The shore is visible, and obstacles stand but then this belief in the water makes it all worth a try.

(The picture is of what we call paper flowers (Kagaaz ke phool), just like the blank paper they flow with the wind in the hope that someday a certain someone will catch it and write a whole story on it, I am that person...I wonder)

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Just like the trend of my old blog, I will ask you some questions, if this blog ever reaches anyone do let me know what is your light and do you resonate with paper flowers...and I hope in some way light still touches you. See ya in the next one because no bye byes 😊












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