masculine shower thoughts

The fragrance of the environment during autumn makes me comfortable with the nature.

It makes me forget the pain which I endured during the heat waves of Delhi.

Like the spring, autumn is also a new beginning. I have always felt that.

When I was a kid, I used to get a new spark, a new motivation for studies. As if, things have started very fresh and newly.

The season of autumn also marks the start of the series of festivals of Hindus.

Durga Puja, Dussehra, Dipawali, Chhath Puja have all been very dear to me. So many good and bad memories I have.

When I was a kid, I never understood the importance of Chhath Puja but now, I feel a kind of emotional connect with it, which I cannot express in words.

The songs of Anuradha Paudwal, Sharda Sinha spark a kind of nostalgia in my heart. It feels as if these songs take the passage of my ears and reach my heart. Purifying it of all the ungrateful things that I had to experience.

he was lonely in an alien city, with people speaking some alien language. a language which sounded life. 

things had been bad for him and he didn’t realize this is how life works for everyone, back then. he used to think he is the only cursed individual. this feeling of self pity caused him so much emotional damage. he didn’t have any mentors or brothers to guide him.

however, there was a curiosity inside him. a curiosity of living alone and lonely in a city, miles away from his home.

time went by and he settled down. he found new friends, with new friends, he found a new home. a new family with those friends. they shared their joy, their pain, their emotions with each other.

he learnt a lot of new things. he taught a lot of new things. he became a part of the city. he found a new ‘him’ there.

the alien city was not alien anymore. it became home. he fell in love with the fragrance of the city.

those times have passed bro

people have moved on

nothing remains the same

time changes everything

every wounds gets healed

you may get new ones

which will also be healed

stupid hooman searches for meaning

whilst everything is so absurd

so enjoy what you have today

and keep in memory what you've lost

Keep on doing your work brother

Things will move on their pace brother

Nor too fast, neither too slow

But just as the way, they have to go

They want you to be strong 

Both mentally as well as physically

Tej is writing this all

Not to get attraction from the ‘crowd’

But to read it during the times

The times of distress

When every door seems to be locked

During those times, the man is the door