Life is not as serious as we make it look like.

There will be certain times in our lives when we have to make certain decisions that will defy our logic, look absolutely outrageous, seem detrimental to career goals and sound totally ridiculous to others. With all the hindrances and obstacles, interruptions and complications, it might seem as if the universe is plotting against you from making the decision. The road might seem deadly; the walk might seem too long.

I am standing at one such juncture of my life right now. But in all honesty, the only thing that I am unquestionably sure of is, this is exactly what I want, this is exactly what I had ever wanted. I might fail, I might excel, but I’ll never know if I never try.

Our anxiety does not come from thinking about the future but from wanting to control it.

So time and again, I shall repeat the clichés.

Listen to your instincts, take responsibility for your decisions, prepare for the worst, hope for the best and ignore everything else. Do what you love, love what you do and while at it, never ever forget to spread the sunshine around.

And then one day you will make peace with all the mayhem and chaos that hover around you; the sadness that grips you, the madness that grinds you. You'll make peace with all your monsters that you've been constantly trying and failing and trying to push away. They'll all still be there, right around you. Hopelessness, inconsequentiality, destruction; all these feelings will still co-exist and surround you. But one day, you'll make peace with all of them and come out strong and that is when probably for the first time in your life, sunshine will pierce right into your heart and love will welcome you home.

Success doesn't necessarily mean how much money we earn, heartbreaks can be subdued, there are people to love and to love us back and life is not as serious as we make it look like. We're all stories in the end. Let's make it a hilariously beautiful one! :)

Cheers,

Happy Reading! 😊😊

Oh, I am woman.. invincible and strong. Hear me roar!

So we have a whole day to celebrate for ourselves because why not? Celebration is never a bad thing and honestly there’s so much more to life than being critical about every cotton-picking thing happening in the universe. Most of my timeline today was crammed with how this day makes no fucking sense and how female is just a gender and why we don’t celebrate men’s day with equal splendor.Seriously, how do we manage to find a loophole in every goddamn thing around the world?

It takes us a lot, alright.

We’ve to constantly keep making decisions. From effortlessly simple ones to dauntingly monumental life choices. We have to choose pants over skirts on a scorching day just to evade the hungry stares. We have to wait for a friend to join us on a vacation just because we travelling alone is dangerous. We have to start planning our graph around marriage after our quarter life just to avoid emotional blackmail.

No, we are not complaining.

We have learned how to keep our bags clenched to our chests on a crowded street. We are learned how to hide the painfully nauseous periods and pretend to be just fine in the meeting. We have learned to deal with cat-calling and sexual harassments. We have learned to control our tears.

We have bought our pepper sprays.

We have slapped that guy on the street.

We have bought alcohol evading leering men from the wine shop.

We have said no to early marriage.

We have taken the trip alone.

We are constantly evolving.

We are changing the world.

But while at it, can’t we have a day to ourselves just to celebrate the power of us?

Given a choice, I wouldn’t want to be anything else but a woman every time I am born.

And today, with utmost joy, I say I’m a woman. What’s your superpower?

Cheers,

Happy Reading ! 😊😊