Words. Colors. Feelings. Life.
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Words. Colors. Feelings. Life.
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Its been 6 years, 6 months and 20 days. Being in this air, that liberated me. Every morning and evening, around 9 and 5, I walk under these trees lit by the fluorescent bulbs. The road that gave wings to my dreams. You might have read plenty of articles asking you, to denounce a 9 to 5 job and go around, 'soul-searching'. Money is nothing, they say. But, for this very travel, you need money. To get to the next bus stop, let alone to eat, to wear and even to smile, it calls for money at times. To quit a job and doing what you want, won't feed you always. If it does, well and good. To blessed to do and eat bread from what you wish to. But otherwise, you need to divide yourself. To sustenance and passion. And, sustenance calls for a job, necessarily. A set routine. Beyond which you go after what you want. Thats where the balance lies. And, it is only when this is disturbed, it goes wrong. Everything. #musafireen #9to5life #moneyisamust #randommusings
That one day. When you finally manage to wriggle out of the hole that kept sucking you in. The moment you see day light. . . . After all those hours of calling out for help, you realise. Its just you in there. Its only you. And the help has to come from within. Slowly, very slowly you try. And you keep doing, for the nature to start conspiring for you. Your happiness. . . And, there you are. Finally. #musafireen #keeptrying #itsforyou #justyou #randommusings
You shut up. Inside the confines of four walls. All that prevents you from external interaction. You live in shadows. You rot. It's over. The world around, stinks. And, then he comes. Hold your hands. Take you out. You resist. He drags you out. It hurts, as he pulls you. And off the second, he stops. And he blurts, "See! This is what you have been shutting yourselves from. This! The very beauty of the world you have been resisting from. Now go! Do what you want". I stood there, fixed gaze at what lie before me. Eyelids no more battled. I flew by the wind, as tears made its own ways down. A big thank you. #musafireen #theworldisyours #itneverends #travellove #travelbuddy
Brightly lit empty streets. Two line roads divided by palm trees with bougainvillea flowers in between, lining the Arabian sea. On a freezing night, with the moon waiting for another 24 hours to take its full form, inching in each other for warmth, there sat 4 hearts on the corniche. One contemplating the hues of love, one waiting for the day he will unite with his love, one missing his carrying wife and the last one carrying its broken pieces. As the waves kissed the shore and bid goodbyes, Shafqat Amanat Ali sang through the speakers. सावन बीतो जाये पिहरवा मन मेरा घबराए॥ ऐसो गए परदेस पिया तुम चैन हमें नहीं आये मोरा सैंया मोसे बोले ना तू जो नहीं तो ऐसे पिया हम जैसे सूना अंगना नैन तिहारी राह निहारें नैनन को तरसाओ ना मोरा सैंया मोसे बोले ना मैं लाख जतन कर हारी लाख जतन कर हार रही मोरा सैंयाँ मोसे बोले ना As Shafqat carried on, प्यार तुम्हें कितना करते हैं तुम यह समझ नहीं पाओगे जब हम ना होंगे तो पिहरवा बोलो क्या तब आओगे?? मोरा सैंया मोसे बोले ना The carrying heart woke up first and picked up the phone. Followed by the dreaming soul. Little did it wait for the third one to wake up from his thoughts. And, there sat the last one, gathering the pieces as it fell off him, careful not to get wounded by its scarred, sharp edges. The pricking chilled winds, looked on. One set of words. Four different reactions. #musafireen #words #love #soul #music #randommusings #diu
You can say all the motivating words you could get hold of. Words of assurance. Reassurance. Remind of the sunrises, yet to come. Of those full moon nights, with a starry sky. Yet, a heart that holds pain can never come out of it. However, you try. Scars can be stitched. But, can never be healed. Of doubts. Of the impending night after every sunrise. Be it a full moon or a new moon. They may not project the energy you hold, yet they will be ready. Ready to take it as it comes. They may seemingly be stupid. But, they'll not step back, anymore. For they have seen. Seen the depths of it. They may not behold the smile you cover up with. Yet, they will pour out empathy in plenty. For their heart is filled up to the brim, with the same. They accept. For that it's not happiness. Nor, is sadness. There's an area beyond all that. The shades of grey. #musafireen #scarsarebeautiful #notjustflowers #picoftheday #randommusings
The process of making. The expectation and hope it carries within. The ways it leads you forward. The possibilities of various permutations and combinations. You go wrong. You try again. The inherent subtlety. It draws you in. Gardening and cooking. Ecstacy. Period. #musafireen #gardening #simplejoysoflife #latestart #betterlatethannever #picoftheday
"Why do these people have to live here? This far. From all that's out there. Don't they know there's a developed world out there, filled with opportunities and don't have to struggle like this?", he asked as he wiped his tears, out of angst and pain. It was dead silence as the white Tata Indigo took the narrow turns to the Highway to Kutch. I couldn't help it but say, "How? Will you leave your hometown and settle in Delhi for that your place is under developed comparatively. And whats development? Inhaling the exhaust smoke of the vehicles as we wait, stuck in the traffic? People killing each other in the name of religion?", "But, our place is way better. I never knew such places existed in India", he stated. . . "New york is the most 'developed'. Will you leave your hometown for that?", I asked. . . "No", came the reply. Those helpless moments and colourless sights, as you travel across. #travel #travelscenes #colorless #india #gujarat
All of us, we fall in love. Every other second. But, do we realise how far, far away we are, from expressing it? We think twice. Thrice. In hundreds. And thousands. And, we step back. Fear of getting hurt. Moreover, we are taught not to. We are supposed to control. Love, its a sin, but not anger, hate and the likes. And then, there was her. Who came in one fine evening, sat on my shoulder and whispered, "Are you going to spend your only life in this beautiful world, spewing hatred and anger, but not love? Don't you see it?" And she showed me around. Everywhere. Love. All around. #love #spreadlove #fearnot
The colors of India. The way this country mesmerises me, every single time! What can such an amount of diversity call to, than the sense of hospitality its people held in their hearts over the centuries. Or, was it more of helplessness, as we see in these days? The numbness passed over the generations to the continuous attacks over one's existence. While, one calls for happiness and content, the other is a matter of immense concern. Happy ending, we all prefer. 😊 #afreen #colorsofindia #diversity #incredibleindia #bhuj #gujarat
And that was about the magical night. . . When the vast expanse of land lie before you, shining under the white full moonlight. Surreal. . . . And as the words mean it, "कच नहीं देखा तो, कुछ नही देखा!" . . #afreen #rannofkutch #surreal #travellove #fullmoon #gujarat #incredibleindia
Sometimes, up in those trees, I talked Hassan into firing walnuts with his slingshot at the neighbor's one-eyed German shepherd. Hassan never wanted to, but if I asked, really asked, he wouldn't deny me. Hassan never denied me anything. . . . Then he [Ali] would remind us that there was a brotherhood between people who had fed from the same breast, a kinship that not even time could break. Hassan and I fed from the same breasts. We took our first steps on the same lawn in the same yard. And, under the same roof, we spoke our first words. Mine was Baba. His was Amir. My name. . . . #afreen #kiterunner #brotherhood #travellove #travelscenes #sarkhejroza #ahmedabad #gujarat #lives