To miss someone didn't have to be blue, I learnt after spending a third of my life. I would add a sad emote icon and he'd tell me to miss him with a smile. Missing him didn't have to be melancholic. Missing him came easy and painlessly, like mellow drizzle on my weary skin. Missing him was like the month of March, where spring blossomed with a riot of colours. Missing him didn't hurt like thorns nor hollowed my insides. Missing him came effortlessly like a smooth summer drive.
/ for my fiance (now husband) while we were engaged /
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Delhi is going through tough time. Hope you all are in good health
Hey! I think all of India is going through a tough time and I hope we find it in ourselves to get past this. My family and I are in good health but my heart goes out to every innocent life that's suffering, and I pray that no harm comes upon anyone. Also, thank you for your kind message. :)
The first time I knew of a religion other than Islam and Hinduism was when I was 11. I used to go to summer camps every summer break to put my creative side to use.
“Are you a Hindu?” asked a girl from another.
“No.” she said
“Are you a Muslim then?”
“No.” she said again
“Oh then what are you?”
“...”
Something I tried to listen but couldn't, or maybe never understood.
I went home the same day and asked my mother what could it have been, she told me that the girl could be a Christian, or a Sikh, a Buddhist, or a Parsi, or a Jew. That broadened my perspective of things a little bit. I grew up to find out that the human species follow different faiths, where all teach the same - love, respect and acceptance. Love towards all, respect towards all and acceptance of the existence and practice of other faiths.
I was never taught to discriminate. Neither on the basis of religion nor on caste, colour or creed. I was brought up secular. I had a normal childhood, wherein I studied in a classroom with all kinds of faiths. We'd share stories, homeworks and our lunchboxes - the food brought us closer on most occasions.
I have shared delicacies of Eid with my friends, shared gifts on Christmas, and watched fireworks on Dussehra and Deepawali. I have been smeared with colours on Holi and danced around bonfire on Lohri and Baisakhi. I have been to temples and mosques, gurdwaras and churches. I have tasted langar on the streets of my country. I have heard the pooja, and attended a mass, all while I knelt my knees in prayer on a Ja'namaz.
This is the country I grew up in, this is what being Indian has always meant to me. This is the fabric of my country and it's being torn apart. I hope we find our way back to our roots - to being a secular nation. Our fight isn't against each other - it's against tyranny.
The government is by the people, of the people and for the people - and the government is forgetting it.
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If I had to choose between being invisible or flying, I’d choose the latter. I’ve practically been invisible all my life, and I won’t complain I like it. I’d love to fly, feel the adrenaline rush of falling, take a dive into the air and get back to flying again. I mean of course I don’t want to get bruised in the process, but oh how much do I love the funny feeling in my chest when I face stimulated danger.
I’ve been trying to put my zip-line experience into words for many days now, and nothing seems fit. Now now, it’s not just any zip-line, it’s the world’s longest - 2.8 kms, and one goes tearing through the air at a speed of 160-180 kms/hr. You’re so insignificant and so high up the mountain, helpless and in air. The world below you is so small yet so vast and you can see the terrain all formed up. Above you is the endless sky, if you look up you lose balance, if you look down you lose a bit of your breath.
I have never been so scared yet so ecstatic, both at the same time. I was scared the first 4 seconds after they set me free, once the rush kicked in I had never felt so euphoric. I had never felt so alive. I may sound dramatic but I could feel the happiness coursing through my veins and taking rounds on my fingertips. While the cold air dried my mouth and froze my face, the view below me warmed me up. Yes I had the same view from where I barbecued that day, but nothing beats the view I had while I was flying. I screamed out of euphoria throughout my flight. I screamed as much as I could, at the top of my lungs. I laughed. I felt fearless.
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"Wake up silly girl it's 5:30 already! Wake up, get started with your day!," I hear my mother say as I'm still trying to recover from the taste of spider webs in my mouth and itchy skin due to creepy crawlies all over me. The last thing I remember is my newly found friend checking into his old black watch with a torch in his hand while it's still daytime in order to hide from what seems to be danger, with white but old and chipped walls around us and a small window to the extreme right behind him with the noise of a speedy metro passing by in the distance. We had just had a long walk and an even longer discussion to save the human race, from oblivion, in the middle of a jungle with a huge lab built underground.
This was it! This was really it! I thought they were trying to help us, you know? The scientists? I remember long, lit up corridors with dark walnut doors, it was like a huge dormitory with concrete ceiling and floors and old, white chipped walls, not all over but prominent. It seemed like a long endless corridor, I thought we were here for the better, for our own survival and growth. I heard noises though, a man was tased for fighting them off while another was dropped dead right before my eyes. I remember their screams. The horror on their faces and in their eyes and the way they tried to fight them off.
Soon I realised that we were not here for the better but for worse. We were here for an experiment. We held of experimental value, much like Stranger Things, sans the aliens. I still can't recall what the experiment was or what were their terms, it was still an experiment performed on the human race, without the outside world's knowledge or intervention. I wonder if they even knew or was it the government?
It was my turn. My turn to have all the screws and needles to work their scheme on me. How did I get here? Why was I here? Who brought me here? I did not know, all I knew was that I had to escape somehow. I was firmly held by a few people, I don't recall how many. They were buffed and strong, much like the Russian army, as soon as I was in their grip I started to throw a fit. I cried and pushed and punched into the air, but all in vain. Maybe I was too important, or maybe they had to prove a point so they let go of me and left me to find my way out.
As soon as I'm out, or maybe that's what I thought. I saw a girl from my class. She's from Nepal, she has a beautiful and calming voice, much calmer face and brown curly hair. In no time, out of nowhere, I'm on an escalator, still attempting to escape and I ask her to help me, for a brief moment I even thought she would, but she went past me like she never knew me. She looked robotic and brainwashed, her eyes, lifeless. They did this to her! They wiped out her memory! Now she's just like them and a part of their evil agenda! I am standing on a hardwood floor. It feels warm and looks somewhat like a fancy mall but I can't escape. I'm trapped here! My insides are spinning and as I try to make sense of all of this, I collapse on the wooden floor. I'm throwing a fit and yet again I'm held down by 2 strong men, apparently the security while I scream, "LET ME GO! LET ME GO!".
P.S.: This was just a dream much like a lot of my many nonsensical dreams. Some are fun, some dreadful and some I remember to the last detail. This was one of those dreams. My mother thinks I’m watching too much sci-fi stuff hence these dreams. In my former dream, I was with Iron Man helping defeat a much scarier villain than Thanos. Scoffs. Me? An Avenger? Suuuuuure. I even went outer space. Haha, such are my dreams, I truly enjoy them. It’s hard remembering all of them so I usually send texts to my friend explaining the dream in detail as soon as I wake with flashes of the dream while they last.
