If you want the rainbows, You have to put up with the rain

What am I feeling?

To start with, I am sitting in my room staring outside the window. The weather has calmed down after a thunderous rainstorms.

Now the view is refreshing and I just took a bath. Outside the window there are two rainbows.

Looking at the rainbows, an old thought crosses through my mind:

"If you want the rainbow,
You must put up with the rain."

Yes, but ofcourse. We all have our own rainbows and if we have the patience and determination to face the thunderstorms, one day we find the rainbows just outside our windows...

For a DREAMER like me

"If you want something you've never had,

You've got to do something you've never

done."

Bliss of Being Home

This evening while I was in the kitchen, stirring fish-potato curry in the frying pan, these words ran through my mind, about the bliss of being at home, being with my family...
My studies snatches away a big chunk of my time away from my parents, who are gracefully ageing together. It pains me so much to see them growing older each vacation. Sometimes, I just wish I could stop the time. Stop this moment and be their daughter forever. Be a little girl for them forever and entertain and do all my ugly-wriggling dances for them every evening to hear their laughters.

Out in the towns and cities and the madding crowd, people are so harsh and money minded. Sometimes its such a scary thing to realise that more than 80% of the people you meet in life are selfish and artificial. All around there in the city are dust, dirt, heat, shouts, mental pressure, everyone in a hurry and urgency of different sorts. Like, patience is a dead tree inside every one.

And then, when all is over and I am home. I again meet the old me. The one who grew up in this home, I become me again. The smell of the house, the shape of the walls, same old stuffs and the same kind of thoughts running inside me. Life is so simple and predictable at home. I am suddenly so changed when I am home, more relaxed and natural.

The quietness of the morning dawn.
The footsteps of the newspaper man.
The cuteness of my dog's happy embrace.
Small talks with dad reading Arunachal Times.
And mom, briefing us about the Aaj Tak horoscope do's and don'ts.
Waving goodbye to Papa to his office.
Spaces and lot of spaces.
For reading and watching television, for tossing dairies and rolling around.
Late afternoons, before the sun sets, hopping around in the backyard.
Plucking herbs for salad, bitter gourd, bottle gourd, tomatoes, chillies...
Such a pleasure in owning small kitchen garden and cooking for those you love.
And the evening arrives for us trio and we meet and talk again like old estranged friends and watch soccer in ESPN till late night.

Such is the pleasure of being home. Now I am back to my room after saying goodnight to my parents after a filling dinner and my parents loved what I cooked. Trust me, I am quite a lazybone elsewhere but it's quite a pleasure to cook for those whom we love.

Such is the pleasure of being home, being with our family, being their daughter, being there for them and most importantly sharing our togetherness. I have always loved my parents, yes everyone does, but this is the point of my life that I am truly, madly and deeply in love with them.

Wishing you and your family a goodnight from my world.
<3

Live and love while ye live

The most fearful truth that lurks behind the destiny of every human is getting old, nearing towards darkness and death.
The father whom the kid saw as an ever energetic and strongest person in the world will soon lose the strength and zeal from his bones and his muscles will hang like an empty bag of wrinkled memories...
He will no longer take them to long rides along the down town mountain valleys and buy them their favourite wraffer chocolates. His actions will diminish and creep inside old undusted corners of the room like catterpillars hibernating in the winter cold. His voice so loud and clear as the child remembered will break into soundless whispers accompanied by resounding coughs and sighful breathing. His mind so sharp, inquisitive and hopeful will slowly turn into a book with old faded adventurous chapters...
Such is the fate of the hours racing past us, which seems like hours but doesn't take time to become years....

With it's departure, time makes sure that it takes away everything born with it. Time and death doesn't understand the pain of losing people we love.

"So live and love while ye live."

Will You Be Successful?

Lately in a conversation with a close friend we suddenly ran into futuristic talks and he asked me a question which completely caught me  off-guard!
He asked me: "Will you be successful?"

I couldn't gather any instant answer because I was clueless beneath. Though the conversation carried onto some other mundane things, I was still seeking answer to that question at the back of my mind.
"Will I be successful?"
At the first place, I wondered how I define success in my heart?
When I was a kid success was having the best Barbie dolls with the best dresses to adorn and show my friends. When I was in high school, success for me was securing the highest marks in the whole class. When I joined college, success meant for me to top the class. And I achieved all of them to put my heart into peace and satisfaction. I thought winning competitions would relax my restless and wandering heart, but know I am wrong, I am still not at peace yet, I still want more. Having done and achieved what I perceived was success, I have no clue what "success" is?  Is it making money? Being famous? Being responsible and sought after? Being in the position to give? Being the key person?

Sometimes I feel that maybe "success" is the ability to have a relaxed mind at all the defining moments, being able to choose the right things and make good decisions, being there for your friends and family. Being nice and caring enough to make the important people in your life feel important. The abundance of laughter and togetherness of the person you value, to be able to smile and laugh when you want to do so. To be the reason behind your parent's happiness.

Well I guess success is relative. Each person will have their own set of goals or ideas which they bunch into success.
And I have seen that through the years my priorities in life changed according to the situations I am in.

Guess I took a long-winding battle of words rather than just arriving at the point that: Success to me and I guess for many would be having love, happiness and security in life. 

And I guess it's hard for me to answer whether I will be successful or not! I guess some questions should be just let unanswered for life to decide and debate on it.

These are some random thoughts that ran through my head as an after effects of a usual tea and biscuit conversation.

And I want to pass this question to other person out there, will you be successful? :-)