Just Like That

㋡ At least for a day, let's live 'just like that', a state of mind, where there are no expectations bundled up on ourselves and there's nothing to chase...For a day, let's leave the bundle of dreams aside and walk freely...let's not wait for an exclusive shopping day to be happy, let's choose those faded pajamas to fit in, over those glossy bottoms...

The race we are in, might never end and we might never be able to change this trend...but let's try to take a break...stand still for a short while and step aside of the well beaten path, to look around, for the moments, which are often being ignored, the experiences, which are priceless, yet are there for free and the people, who might just be waiting for us to stop, look at them and share a smile...

At least for a day, let's live 'just like that' ㋡ 

Waiting to be set free

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The train was on time, even if it was raining heavily in the town. As the train came closer, her heartbeats grew louder than the engine's echo...it was time to go! Unshackled from his poisonous love, she was free to go anywhere and start afresh. After all, this is what she wanted, freedom from the man, who never understood & respected her feelings...then why was she still waiting for him to come at the station and give her a goodbye kiss? May be, love never sets you free...even if the person you love does!

This post is shared with Five Sentence Fiction – Waiting

A stolen leaf from her diary

Photo by-Elina Banerjee

What is it? Just a Fallen Leaf or an untold story. Often leaves fall, when they are dead and dried but this one is greener...was it plucked? separated from the tree? Who did it? Maybe someone, lost in deep thoughts plucked it unintentionally...Sat there holding it, twisting it in between their fingers, without even noticing...They must have placed it in their palm, carefully, stared at it...But did they see the leaf or beyond it...to search the face of someone they love?

Every fallen leaf tells a story, of the people, who plucked it, held it and left it behind...of people, who look at it and simply ignore, of people, who notice it and click pictures...

Elina, thank you for capturing such a story with your camera...Your pictures do inspire people to discover such stories... Waiting to steal some more glimpses from your shutterdiaries ☻

The Ice Bucket Challenge

I recently noticed people doing this ice bucket challenge...one person stands, anywhere suitable to them and second one pours a bucket full of water (not ice, but hopefully chilled) and there's one person to take picture or record video of the same...hah! How innovative!

Wait, I am not finished yet, How innovative way to waste water. Out of curiosity, I discovered that what this viral stuff actually is. Well, it is some charity stuff and I am not here to discuss it in detail.

My point is that why waste water for charity? Don't they realise that water crisis is big challenge and itself requires charity...A considerable percentage of people are forced to drink contaminated water! People are doing it for fun... I am afraid if anyone is hardly concerned for charity. Okay, How rational it is to tear down your pants to cover the upper part of your body? How can a charity cause push you to contribute to creation of a new crisis for mankind?

The water people are wasting to do this fun challenge could have been used in better way. Okay! So, its their life, they can waste as much water as they want because it is running out of their bathroom taps...But at least, do yourself a favor, stand in a garden while pulling this ice-bucket stunt for charity...

However, some people have posted their pics doing this challenge in garden...but still, is wasting water like this convincing enough? I mean they should have picked other ways of contributing to it, for example cleaning the roads! Most of the people are doing it because its fun, they don't even know what exactly ALS is...

Save water because you are lucky enough to have it...wait, don't confuse...you have it, but don't own it. 

Morning Practice

                                        

✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ㋡ Yes, stars are actually shining up in the sky...A crescent moon is there too....☾ And here I am, staring at my laptop's screen or actually trying to sleep...The alarm is set for 5:30 am in the morning...sharp! Ouch!

Every night & day, I deal with this...First problem is that I can't sleep when I plan and second, I can't wake up when I am supposed to. Breaking up with my pillow and ditching my cozy bed in the morning are two toughest things to handle...I can't do anything of the first problem, so I switch to odd hour blogging and for the morning, I have a smart solution...Let's try it, right away!

Before I hit the bed, I decide to send a text to my bestie... (safe side)-"Hey wake me up at 5 tomorrow...keep calling until I am up...Sleep well...Love ya!"

*Waiting for her reply*

Before I decide to settle down in my bed, thrashing all the worries aside, my mobile cries there's a text message...and it reads, "I was sleeping well...your useless text at 2 am in the darkness of night abrupt my sleep...and excuse me, wake you up at 5 ...like AM...in the morning? Dude! Get yourself tested for dengue or malaria or any other fever that can attack mind...huh! REMEMBER last time you asked me to do the same thing and I was stupid enough to do that...AND you failed to recognize me over the phone in the morning...cut the call and WORST you SWITCHED OFF THE PHONE...am I an idiot here? Even if somebody keeps beating drums and ढोल नगाडाs over your head, you won't wake up...the only thing that can force you to get out of bed is smell of food...dude! I am sure your DNA has the roots emerging straight from कुंभकरण...Arrrgggaaahhhhh..."

"Opps! Such a long text, you sound upset honey...I shall read it tomorrow morning, for now, I am copying and pasting it in my blog...let the निशाचरs or odd hour blog readers read it!..."

"Go to hell...☠ "

"Ah! I read that..."

"Better!" 

"And I still love you..."

Oops! She's calling! Hah...I guess tonight's plan for tomorrow's morning practice includes...late night nonsense talking with a mad girl ...till 5 am in the morning, then go to morning walk, fresh n up and breakfast...Then Sleep...Anyways...You still have time..Go to sleep before a mad friend of yours calls you! Hush Hush.. Sleep well...

 What are ya looking at?

In Search of Beauty & Wellness

Wellness

Wellness is not a destination...Its  a way of life ☻

Hitting the gym often, waking up early, morning walks, hydrating quite often and eating right...Is that you should do on occasional basis? No! These things ought to be in out daily routine, as habit...I sincerely believe that no one needs motivation to stay healthy and fit... It should be an obvious thing to often because that's how Mother Nature has designed & programmed our body!

But, unfortunately, it doesn't happen. People are too busy in building a materialistic life that they often don't see their priorities and responsibilities towards their own body...I can say this because I have been one of such people, for quite a few months...! Constant ignorance towards health & wellness has turned it tougher for us to keep our bodies in shape. Health issues are popping up and we don't have enough time to act normal, live natural and be spiritual. 

I have closely noticed how my body responds towards right eating, sound sleep and balanced lifestyle...So, I have decided to adopt it for me...I request you to listen to your body and explore what it needs (Don't listen to the first voice, it would ask for chocolate cake, cheese burst pizza or sleeping till late in morning...). Keep trying again and again until you are able to hear the frail voice hiding behind this stubborn foodie!

Here are quick things that I have explored about healthy living...Ah! I wish you discover it too and share it with me soon...

✓ Wake up @ 6 am and drink H₂O

✓ Walk...

✓ Never Miss Breakfast 

✓ Eat raw, eat healthy, eat fresh 

✓ Stay active, play games, swim, go on long walks...

✓ ㋡ Smile...and (•◡•) Smile Again!!

What does real beauty mean to me?

Has anyone on the planet ever been able to define what beauty is? Ironically, Mother Nature has planted the living definitions of beauty everywhere on this round green sphere, we call earth. But, when they say Real Beauty the answer has to be real precise...

Beauty might be those glossy lips, perfectly touched-up face, fake yet attractive eyelashes, lush lines of imported eyeliner and eyes gorgeously painted with smudge free kohl. But Real Beauty is of course combination of velvety lips, which do not require any gloss to hide the broken lines, the healthy eyes, which need no concealer to hide their, a face that appeals without makeup and of course a vibrant smile that adds value to your simplicity. 

No... I ain't saying makeup is a bad thing... it is an art, like others, its just that if my face is canvas, then I would prefer it to be empty, rather than trying out this particular art...You all are free to paint almost anything on your face-canvas. Love ya J

I would like to thank BeautyGlimpse.com – India’s Fastest Growing Beauty Site for bringing up this question to me...

Why do I love BeautyGlimpse.com? What? (Read the blue line above and tell me if you wanna know more)...What? You do? Okie...here you go!

☛It is a beauty and wellness website and I am a girl...Girls ∝ Beauty Secrets! Said & Done. Period.
☛They not just share blind idea to paint your face in creative ways using lipsticks, liners and kohl... They also share information about wellness, leading and healthy and beautiful lifestyle.
☛They share info about weight loss and eating right...Ah! I like the people, who spread awareness about right eating, humanity needs this...Cheers! ㋡

Time goes by like a train

Carrying a light vintage bag, she stepped out of the train. Her visit after almost two decades clearly told her that the little town hadn't changed much. The cemetery located alongside the railway track was still there...She remembered coming there with her father to place fresh flowers on her mother's grave. 

Daddy would point out at the trains passing by and talk about relation of train and time...In a loud and firm tone, he would say...

"Run fast or you would miss it...

Wait for it and it will make you wait even more...

Time really goes by like a train. They say time never stops but I wonder if they have never encountered sleepless nights or never waited for someone.Time stops, looks at you, grins and enjoys your misery; each time the clock delays to hit the next minute, similarly the much awaited train delays to reach the station.

Time that once passes, never comes back...trains do! Does that make time different from train? If we look closely, trains do come back again, but not with the same passengers, same mood and same impressions!"

These words uttered by her father would mingle with the train passing by and she would jump to wave the train...

Sound of train passing by the station, brought her back from the past...but her father's words still echoed in her mind. Gathering her luggage and courage, she stood to walk towards the cemetery...

It was not only the path to cemetery she was following, it was a walk down the memory lane. She remembered passing this town multiple times, train stopped at the station, but she couldn't gather enough courage to get down of the train and visit the graveyard... She would glare at the white graves from the moving train and immediately look away...!

But, today was special day. She had to come here. She had requested her only son to bury her next to her parent's graves. She glared at the two adjacent graves and sat next to her father's. 

Trains kept passing by the track located alongside the cemetery, so did the time on clock. All she had to do was, wait for her son to come with her dead body and bury it next to her parent's grave. She was restless and waiting made the time go slower on the clock. She didn't understand it takes time to travel miles...after all, she was just a spirit now, a blow of air, free to travel anywhere!

 This post is written for PHOTO CHALLENGE #20 “TIME GOES BY LIKE A TRAIN” by MINDLOVEMISERY'S MENAGERIE

Hollowness..What else?

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Shouldn't the question be, will you marry a monster, who raped that girl? Will you ever talk to him, stand by him or even attend his wedding celebration? 

Or shouldn't the question be, will you marry a girl, who had car accident? A girl who fell down from the staircase accidently? Isn't rape an accident with the woman, who goes through it?

I don't understand why a girl, who has once encountered the rape accident is tagged 'raped' for lifetime? Doesn't she have the right to start afresh?

Why can't a raped girl in our society can be treated as normal patient? Why is she seen as poor victim, who would have died right after the rape, because she doesn't deserve to be alive anymore! She doesn't deserve to live a normal life, get married, pursue her life like she used to do before the so called rape tragedy happened...Why?

I personally believe it is important for us to change our mindset! IIt is not the raped girl, who should be questioned, get some guts and ask all the nonsense from the monster who has done this!!! 

While you were sleeping...

While you were sleeping, I heard a frail knock on the door. I shivered because I could hear it...I was afraid it would grow louder and I would have to open the door for it. My heartbeat grew with the thumping sound of knocks on the door. I decided not to open the door but the knocking continued... You didn't seem bothered with the chaos happening around, like always. You 'lifeless yet breathing' laid still next to me, while your soul wandered in the dreamland.

Looking at your calm face, I forgot about the knocks for a moment, but suddenly absence of that chaotic noise in the surroundings bothered me. I shook my head to clean my ears and find out where did that knocking sound vanish?

Before I could think of anything, I heard those footsteps. Which window did I left open? They had managed to enter inside again! I pretended to be asleep but the footsteps grew closer. I held my breath, pretended to be dead, but they closely examined by restless heartbeat and whispered in my ear, "You can't let go like this"

I knew them, I recognized them, I had made them, they belonged with me...You said that they didn't exist but they were here, whispering in my ear...talking to me, knocking at my door...Did you lie to me? I clinched nothingness in my fist and almost surrendered to them...They were taking me with them, away from you...to where I belonged, to the place, where I found my comfort level and to the place you named Past.

They were my memories, strong enough to drag me away from you, my present. I see you stand still, helpless and wounded, waiting for me to get out of yesterday's marsh. 

The green land of future awaits us, the marsh of past drags me in and you try hard everyday to take me out of here but every night, I give up and you fail. I can see you standing on the thin line, gradually turning into past... 

This post is written for PHOTO CHALLENGE #19 “WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING” by by MINDLOVEMISERY'S MENAGERIE 

The Lady in The Canvas

"Daddy, can we leave this painting behind" He pointed out his tiny finger at the large canvas, featuring a gorgeous lady with hazy fumes in the background, mysteriously scratching the canvas.

"But why?" Daddy asked in astonishment.

"Her house is on fire, can't you see the smoke? She's scratching the frame and one day will come out...and then..." How wonderfully this little kid knew where to stop.

"And then..." Daddy was curious!

"And then you will marry her" said the little charmer.

"Haha..Marry her...who told you this" Papa painter was thrilled to see his 4 year old son talking strange thing about his masterpiece.

"Mommy did! She said you loved this painting more than you loved her..." Ah! How children manage to keep dead people alive in their talks & hearts of course!

Daddy didn't want to bring back the bitter memories he had with the lady, who gave birth to that cute boy standing next to him. He let the painting rot in that abandoned house because his beloved son, the second thing he loved the most was afraid if the lady manages to break the canvas and start staying with them.  

The first thing he loved, was of course his masterpiece that stayed alone after he moved in to a new house with his only son. And, the mad artist inside him, stayed afraid of kid's freight about turning that painting real...Because if it turned real, the lady would have no strings attached and free to go anywhere...

Why an artist is obsessed with his creation? Why can't they just let go.

This post is written for PHOTO CHALLENGE #18 “STRINGS ATTACHED” by MINDLOVEMISERY'S MENAGERIE

…And it rained that night

His green eyes glared at the roaring sky as it turned blacker moment by moment. A poignant sigh waited inside his throat until the next roar came up and he looked at the broken roof of the single room he owned and called it home. 

His wife and 3 months old daughter were enjoying a deep sleep, unaware of the horrific weather staring at them out of the broken roof.

Sitting outside the door, he ignited another bidi (thin leaf wrapped cigarette), which obviously didn't help to reduce his worry about protection of his family against heavy rain.

The factory manager had promised that he would release his salary tomorrow. Then he could get the roof repaired. His all prayers were asking that night to pass dry... 

...and it rained that night!

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.