Life: A beautiful semblance of experience and memories.

Life surprises you, doesn’t it? A moment ago you were thinking about something and now you want something legit pole opposite. A beautiful semblance of experiences and memories, life is all about changing preferences and evolving priorities and this is totally fine.

A month ago, the only mission of this girl was to avail a foreign scholarship and fly past the globe to wander in the wet evening streets of Edinburgh and write poems about how ethereal that place is. However, here I am, sitting beside my whining husband who is struggling to sleep right now because of his headache. As I look at him at the moment, I hardly believe that he ever existed anywhere in my WHOLE universe before. This feeling is where I realised that giving up on certain things doesn’t mean that you’re off track or that you lost your chance, however, changes are always beautiful if cherished in the right way.

There are a million moments when I reflect back on how my life has changed after marriage and the only answer that rings the bells is evolution of priorities. A lot of people and things that meant so much to me once have stepped down a bit and my new home and it’s inhabitants have become my prime focus. It doesn’t mean that my sisters, family and friends mean any less to me, however we can put it this way that the first thing on my mind as I wake up is to get my husband to go to office, make him a fancy shmacy breakfast- which unfortunately I can’t because he is on diet-and call my mom later after.

As anxious and depressed as people get after losing something for another thing, I find it equally ecstatic because why not? The mighty mechanism of time removed something or someone from your life to replace it with the better and we all do, at some point realise that whatever changes came into our lives earlier were the master plan and if it wasn’t for that one change, you wouldn’t have been here. There is no use being afraid of the changes that life throws at you, rather embrace them learn, evolve and grow because life demands an evolution with every passion moment, doesn’t it? A moment ago you were thinking about making something different to eat but right now, you’re a complete sleepy head who wants to sleep and nothing else.

Writers block was one other thing that I was facing throughout this time and it kind of sucked. I did panic in the start since writing was a major habit and not being able to do something that actually inspires you to live a healthy and positive life could be really bothersome. To be honest, I completely let it be and just waited for the right moment to guide my inner voice and here I am. Life eventually comes back to its zero point which is commonly known as our normal routine but it takes time. Meanwhile what we can do is to give some space to yourself and let things simmer slowly and gradually.

Things can go completely offbeat and that’s okay because life isn’t about settling, rather it is a continuous transition. Those who learn to dance with the rhythm of this transition will fade into the realm of prosperity, however those who resist and don’t change themselves according to the new requirements are left behind into the darkest pits of loneliness and destitute.

Coolest self-care ideas for these Winters!

As winters have settled in, don’t let the gray clouds bring gloominess to the sunshine in your life. Follow these self-care ideas or make a check-list of your own choice and sparkle up these winters with a coziness. As my exams are going on, I’ll be soon writing about something winter-ish to give you more cozy ideas for this season. Stay warm and click the post below to enjoy the original read.

Happy Winters! ❤

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“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” 

― Lewis Carroll.

wowJingle Bells Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way! HO-HO-HO! It almost Christmas and I know you guys are as excited as I am! Winters, despite being beautiful and a wonderful experience for everyone needs extreme individual care to enjoy the best out of it. And for that, today I am back with some coolest ideas for treating yourself this winters! Brace up yourself darls and let the magic begin! 

1. Winter Indoor Slippers:

slThese fluffy and soft slippers definitely warm up your winter with adorable tiny unicorn embracing your feet. Putting them on and having a cup of tea may be all you need in…

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It’s okay not to be okay.

“If we could look into each other’s hearts and understand the unique challenges each of us faces, I think we would treat each other more gently, with more love, tolerance and care.”

— Marvin. J. Ashton

Our life is a bitter sweet semblance of different phases. At one time we are extremely energetic and creativity diffuses in our veins like an ink drop in the sparkling water. However, it is very important to learn that not every phase last for a very long time just like a day passes by with such a tender subtleness that by the time we actually notice, the sun is already set. There are days in our lives where we don’t feel like doing anything at all. The days when you want to quit all the flamboyance and just sit on the roof-top, gazing stars in silence. On the other hand there are also these very strange days where you don’t even want to leave your bed and just lie down in awkward position, curled up with half blanket on your body and the rest hanging down your bed. Your studies are affected, eating routine is messed up and all you could feel is anxiety.

If you are experiencing any of the above phase, just know that it’s perfectly okay not to be okay sometimes, because, being okay or not is one thing that we can’t control. The only thing that we can, is believing that better days are coming. If you go through the history and read about all the great writers like Oscar Wilde, Edgar Allan Poe and Charles Dickens, which we actually look up to as our inspiration, you would come to know that they all faced this phase in their lives which severely affected their writing, drinking and smoking habits, their financial stability, marriage, mental health and social reputation, but what happened? They rose again, and every time they did, they emerged stronger than ever.

It is better to follow your bodily patterns and tune them gently according to what needs to be done. Rebelling against your bodily energy could lead you to an overwhelming mental state. Be kind to your body and store your energy for the productive days. Nowadays, it is something that a very few people understand, however, before anyone else, it should be you, yourself to understand that it is perfectly fine and that tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow or the day after that would be a good day and the sun will shine the brightest for you. Just hang in there, everything is going to be alright and remember that you are the only authority who could make a difference in your life.

“Just as stars shine brightest in the darkest night, your joy blazes brilliantly through life’s problems when you count them as joy.”

―Elizabeth George

Gothic Fiction: A Direct Imitation of Reality?

Gothic fiction is a whole mood. I mean I just finished reading Edgar Allan Poe which included one of his enchanting poem, The Raven and bewitching short story, Tell-tale Heart. I wont lie but they left me awe-struck and I definitely recommend you all to give them a read, especially now that the October is here and the nights are getting colder. They would serve as an enthralling bed-time reads that would ascend you into another dimension of underworld.

“Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.”
― Edgar Allen Poe

Gothic fiction I believe is a genre that emerges from the real life experiences of the normal human-beings. However, they are an exciting interpretation of those daily-life issues like mental and psychological ailments, anxiety, depression, loneliness and what not. Gothic fiction serves as a glitter that brings shimmer to our ordinary painting thus stealing everybody’s attention. Its fascinating how this genre is gloomily filled with dungeons of fears just like us. We all carry several secrets inside the chambers of our hearts.  All of us have been the slaves of our darkest desires and how those desires pushed us to commit the sins that we never would’ve done in our senses. Just like the theme of paranoia in this genre, we all experience such moments when we are rendered clueless, having no idea what to do and where to go anymore.

“If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

The ghastly appearances in the scary stories that tend to give us goosebumps might be the reflection of the memories from our past that tend to haunt us for the rest of our lives. Our past and the bad people that we encountered in it, the guilt of meeting them and not being able to forget even the single one of them. Even when we try to keep some memories out of our mind, why is it that those things are the first ones to pop-up in our mind every morning as we wake up and settle on our chests like a heavy burden by the night? How despite knowing that we wont be able to get certain things in our lives, we run after them like eccentric cicadas. What is the cause of all this madness? Why is it that even when we are well-aware of the consequences and reality, we tend to deny the truth and embrace the lies that give us a temporary solace? 

Gothic fiction is not just fiction, rather I believe this genre is the closest to reality. It is the direct imitation of each and every action that we perpetrate with every passing moment.

“I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

What we feel inside that the others cant see, feel or hear, the screams that echo in the empty chambers of our hearts, the adrenaline rush inside our veins, the pain in our chest and rise of fluids in our stomach which make us want to puke in broad daylight. The tears that we ingest in silence so that they might not twinkle in our eyes. Our wildest dreams that could never be fulfilled, our passions that are brutally slayed by the society. Despite being surrounded by a million people, not being able to find even a single soul that you could actually call yours, the fear of encountering right people at the wrong time and losing them when the time is finally right, a fog of fear looms around every hallway, every alley of the castle of our dreams, the residence of our existence. It is everything about our existence that actually haunt us, chase us and torment us till our heart stops beating and our breath becomes air.

Just like Gothic fiction is famous for a constant sense of increasing fear both within the readers and the narrators, our lives are full of fears as well. We all fear not just one, but an umpteen aspects of life, just like uncertainty that prevails in the respective genre, our life is a roller coaster ride where one never knows if he would be able to see the other end or not. I like how we humans are this much vulnerable, however its painful to see how we all are too scared to be lonely. It’s bitter sweet but life gives us everything with a ticking timer. Everything that we get, we have to lose it eventually. That is life and that is what it is. Forget “Damsels in Distress”, we all are the “Humans in Distress” here, waiting for the “Hope in shiny armor” to save us from our circumstantial as well as the self-inflicted miseries.

“Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.”
― Edgar Allen Poe

The balm of tranquility that we tend to find within the faces and bodies of the strangers is right inside our own hands. Place your hand upon your chest and chant louder, “Darling! You’ve got me.” That is what we need, our very own selves to save us. Stop finding temporary shelters, instead build yourself a Doric Castle which could provide shelter to the homeless souls. Don’t rely on others, instead be the one who could embrace the weaklings. Stand tall! You got this!

A day of October 1st.

It was like a breath of fresh air, the golden October. Cider mills started whistling again in the countryside, crushing and grinding the fresh apples and turning them into the magical elixir for the crisp, golden season at the hand. Pumpkin patches were bejeweled with ripe, bright tangerine winter squashes and a crowd of locals swarmed in by noon to get their hands on the best one.

People were wide opening the windows of their homes to let the soft, cool breeze sneak into their cozy nooks, humming a welcoming song for the jolly Fall. The smoke emanating from the chimneys of baked bricks diffused into the autumnal sky, an intermingling aroma of fresh pumpkin pies, creamy baked potatoes, stuffed turkey, cauliflower broth, warm cider, and greasy ratatouille.

Indeed it was the best time to fall in love with all the worldly creations, a time to sit back and relax. A time so magical where the sky deemed ethereal as if a million diamonds were crushed to form the shining golden horizon under which the lilac moors staged the enigmatic dance of cotton grass.

October was there, and all the calendars on the walls were marked, radios were taken out of the dusty racks and put up on the window sills, playing ‘burn witch burn’ by Molle Mystery Theater. The libraries were replacing their aesthetic window displays with gothic fiction like Dracula, Frankenstein, Coraline, and The Graveyard Book. Gardens and pathways in the greens were covered with the crunching leaves in hues of yellow and gold and where mere a crackle of the crisp fallen leaf could brighten up the day of several lovers taking a stroll in the nearby parks. Staircases in front of the red doors were made festive using the pumpkin peels carved in the shape of jack-o-lantern, stuffed with glimmering candles and twinkling fairy lights.

“October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins. O autumn! O teakettle! O grace!”
― Rainbow Rowell , Attachments.

Families sitting together in their comfy couches, bursting into laughter as they take their sweaters and stockings out of the winter trunks while sipping on the freshly brewed cocoa from the steaming kettle that is still whistling in the kitchen. Incense candles were flickering dimly into the dark rooms, dispersing the aroma of cinnamon, pumpkin spice, and the dewy fir as the autumnal sky grew darker and the night of first October grew colder. In a world full of magical Octobers like these, what else could a man possibly desire?

“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”                          ― L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

Charles Bukowski:

“I’ve never been lonely. I’ve been in a room — I’ve felt suicidal. I’ve been depressed. I’ve felt awful — awful beyond all — but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me…or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I’ve never been bothered with because I’ve always had this terrible itch for solitude. It’s being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. I’ll quote Ibsen, “The strongest men are the most alone.” I’ve never thought, “Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I’ll feel good.” No, that won’t help. You know the typical crowd, “Wow, it’s Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?” Well, yeah. Because there’s nothing out there. It’s stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I’ve never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn’t want to hide in factories. That’s all. Sorry for all the millions, but I’ve never been lonely. I like myself. I’m the best form of entertainment I have. Let’s drink more wine!”
― Charles Bukowski

Blank Spaces.

Have you ever looked up in the sky, all plain and blue and wondered how overwhelmingly enormous the cosmos is? We, humans, are inherently wild, yet enormity somehow has a terrifying effect on our natural instincts. One can meet a million people throughout the day, yet upon recalling how many people one actually knows could be overwhelming. 

A blank white canvas, standing errect in an artist’s studio would be the crispest sight for many, yet the artist would feel a strange heaviness in his stomach within the time-frame of grabbing the paintbrush till the first stroke of the paintbrush brings color to the blank canvas that merely reflected uncertainty and dubeity. As soon as the paintbrush starts gliding over the canvas, it works wonders, maybe with the mystical music playing in the background. We all admit that a blank sheet must have given us adrenaline rush or maybe a panic attack right before we finally start writing on it, even if it is just the margin lines that we are drawing and well ofcourse, we know that our knowledge is not only restricted to drawing straight margins. Similarly, a blank page would give a temporary writer’s block to the writer until he presses the first letter to type a random word to start with. 

“Blank spaces overwhelm us because internally, we all fear that our indecisiveness could lead us to making the wrong decisions in life.”

This state of indecisiveness just before you finally take a leap of faith, is melancholic, and absolutely natural. However, some of us let this feeling dominate our minds and eventually withdraw. When I finally sat down tonight to write something after ages, I also got this feeling of indecisiveness which made me type-backspace-type many titles and paragraphs, till I was finally able to compose something sensible. I have been practising this for a whole month now, but everytime I open up the blank page on my screen, the duebity makes me close the blog tab, open up Netflix and resume my favorite show.

The point is, we all face this in many aspects of life, however, it is important to know that life is all about chances. Life doesn’t come with a guidebook, even the same experiences can bear different outcomes twice. In order to survive, strive, and most importantly succeed, we need to take the chances that life throws at us. A painter might fear that the painting could turn out to be a complete mess and the people might not like it, yet he takes the chance with the first stroke. Similarly, a writer might wonder that he needs to get some sober ideas before composing the final product, however, he takes the chance and starts penning down the spontaneous overflow of raw emotions.

Most of us fear to take the chances because we fear the change, however, its important to know that change is important, in fact, essential. Most of us for instance, are keeping up with the lovers that we know we have no future with, yet we don’t want anything to go wrong and which is why we hope that everything remains stagnant, thus buying us a little more time. However, it’s very obvious that if a person cannot grow with you, evolve with you and love you in the times of deviating circumstances, it doesn’t mean that he/she is a bad person in general, but the fact that needs to be considered is that person is just not the right option and you need to find someone who is compatible and comfortable with your evolution.

“We all have our own criteria and intensity of evolution which needs to match the people we surround ourselves with.”

Losing people also leaves a blank space in our lives and thus we feel this feeling of loneliness and yearning to fill that space and until and unless someone, that I would rather call a natural alternative dont fill that blank space, you will keep searching for an alternative be it another person, a new hobby, therapeutic shenanigans or maybe drugs as seen in many cases. However, we somehow try to fill that blank space that people tend to leave behind them after they walk out of your life, but then again, coming and going of people is normal and life only comes at a stable pace, once you find the right person who can cope up with your evolution, with an emphasis on ‘stable pace’ because even then, life never stops, it never stagnates. We need to learn to blend in and swim with the flow, because flexibility is the key to a healthy life.

“Trying to confine people’s behaviors according to your desires and dictating them how to feel just because you think that is right is baseless and extremely toxic.”

Evolution is essential and no matter how we resist, we all evolve with the passage of time. I, for instance, is not the person I was yesterday, or even an hour ago. We all change with every passing second, our emotions, psychological perceptions, beliefs, experiences, mental capacity, nature, and thoughts keep revamping and that is how the human mechanism works, which is totally normal and resisting against which leads us to baseless insecurities, illogical doubts, immoral revenge, and useless anxiety. The more you normalize your life, the better it is for you, because the world is already full of drama so why not treat our mind with peace and self-sincerity?

When mistakes become Guilt.

Children love to post letters, exaggerating, and bragging about all the good things they’ve done the whole year, to Santa so that they could get presents on Christmas Eve. I can’t be happier to know that real Santa doesn’t exist, otherwise, he himself would have come to visit and grant me an award of pity as in how much mistakes I commit, maybe every other moment? Mistakes are a proof that you are trying, yet we naturally stop trying and experimenting with life when mistakes start turning into a bubbly cauldron of guilt; a soup of tangled thoughts, messed up experiences, nihilism, sense of uselessness, self-hate, aggression and unlimited negativity. This is when we start becoming self-conscious and stop making the best out of our lives. Our life shifts from spontaneity to deliberacy where we calculate the consequences before making every move, depriving ourselves of life’s natural tendency to amaze us with surprises. Funniest part? No matter how delicately we try to deal with this life, we can never prevent ourselves from falling into the deepest pits of never-ending mistakes, in this life at least, there is no safe haven, no refuge, but a never-ending war of total uncertainty. 

This feeling is like being stuck in a limbo; unable to get out and be free until a stranger summons you back. You are completely lost and shattered, tired, and drained; both physically and mentally. You are on the verge of a breakdown and eventually, there comes a time when you don’t mind staring silently at a wall while surrounded by a flock of people to talk to. Guilt is like a termite, we can’t know its there until it has completely eaten us from the inside. Guilt is a feeling, that is not inborn, rather induced into us by our society, particularly the people around us. A lot of incidents tend to change our lives once and for all, proving to be the turning point on the bumpy road of our never-ending journey of life. These turning points shape up our minds, our thoughts.

Sometimes, its the decisions that we make for ourselves, while most of the times, our fate designs the path that we have to lead, just like in every video game, where you are given a map of their choice, and certainly not yours. Whining like a babe, or slaying like a knight in the shiny armor, we all have to keep moving on the path that we are destined to embark on. Guilt however, is the heaviest resistance that not just stops us from moving forward, but also blinds us towards the future prospects, completely. We all are the monsters here, aren’t we?  We all do terrible things, things that are the product of our secret desires, our dark sides, and our extreme vulnerability. Guilt, however strong can be defeated if one truly understands the mechanism of life. One who might be the guardian angel for one could be the brutal villain for another. Whatever we do, we reckon it as the most righteous decision to make in that instance. We are humans, lead by the spontaneous instincts, driven by madness, and instilled in our blood is the heat that fuels from err and sins. 

Guilt is as useless as throwing the coins in the wishing well and hoping that by doing so all your wishes would come true. If that must be the case, I wouldn’t be sitting here, writing this, rather printing my new sequel in my own publishing house. We are free to decide for ourselves, to acquire or get rid of things and people who we can no longer tend to, dedicate ourselves to, we are free to decide for ourselves if we can or cannot fulfill a duty anymore or not, yet facing the reality with courage and refusing with grace is better than back-stabbing and deceiving the pure hearts. We are strong enough to comprehend that what is gone, cannot be repaired, however what is yet to come is what we should earnestly beseech. Being the humans, we are vulnerable and bound to make mistakes as long as we are breathing. Mistakes have a history as ancient as the history of human-kind itself. To balance that out, however, trying to be a better version of yourself with every passing moment shall be the only purpose of our existence, and guilt on the other hand, shall be taken off our numb shoulders now and dumped down into the wishing well, Tip: Don’t forget to hear the water splash, just to be sure that all your guilt is gone down for the good.

Be happy, live to your fullest and wish well for others, always. Carpediem! As life is too short for keeping the ugly grudges and plotting against others. Breathe, and let it go like it never existed in the first place. Mend yourself, and let others heal, as well.

Stand Out, Don’t Blend In.

Ever felt like a baby? We all do at some point in our lives no matter how weak or strong, social or rigid we are, we all want to be babied at some point. This point is the moment when you realize that there is someone out there, waiting for you, worried about you, and the one who actually cares. Such moments are a reflection of a divine providence straight out of the classic novels of English Literature.

It is obnoxious to sit back and keep waiting for the deities to start their sport in your favor, however, you need to find the right people, who match your vibes. The people who are ready to grow and help you out in exploring yourself without being judgmental. Judgment is a cheap commodity, an absolute denial of blooming potentials, and capabilities of an individual. If I could go back to the times when we used to write the essays on “If I were a fairy…” I would have named myself as Dike and my fairy dust must have been made up of the mutual consistency of justice and righteousness.

The right people will find you at the right time, at the right place. How could one know if the person is the right person? Ever believed in the “Third Eye;” the eye of intuition and prophecy? The right person will be this much predictable because it is the law of nature that we attract the same energy that we are, genuinely. You will know there and then that this is it, he is the one. Most of us tend to spend our lives trying to live up to the expectations of conventional behaviors. While doing this, we deviate from our natural trajectory, thus encountering the wrong people who then have the same vibes as us, trying to be someone else, and thus, when we finally get tired of putting up a show, we lose those hard-earned friends and social circle as well.

Ever wondered why the rainbow has seven vibrant colors and not just one, some new, conventional color that might appeal to all of us, alike? This is because diversity (NOT DIFFERENCE) is always beautiful. Similarly, we all are unique and this diversity makes us the supreme creation. We all could’ve been made the same just like the zebras which blend in, alike in their dazzle. Why are we different then? That is because they have the common motives of eat, sleep, and be merry unlike us, we were created to make a difference in this world, with our energies, our potentials, our heavenly mind, and not just the color of our skin.

Just like the colors of the rainbow, we all have our very own, unique aura. Always follow your spark and only that is when the right energy will catch up with you. Try to be your best version and get the acknowledgment of being unique, convince this rigid society, and not get convinced. Stand out, don’t merge in, you are destined to shine the brightest in your own glitter. Leave a trail of your striking color wherever you go and let the world know that you have been there.

Follow your vibes and let others follow theirs. Being a hindrance in somebody’s life is taking you nowhere. Be ambitious, make your life purposeful. Be the reason someone smiles today, be the reason someone doesn’t have to sleep on an empty stomach tonight, be the reason somebody feels less lonely this moment. Stand out.

True Love: Two Souls Growing Together.

Throughout the life, we tend to misconceive different situations and continue to confuse some things with the others. Love, for instance, is confused with a notion of being trapped inside a relationship. Ironically, it is the total opposite of what we think about this enigmatic experience. Love is the second name of liberation, a freedom in which two people celebrate the true essence of bewilderment, altogether. Love is a phenomenon where two people grow together, hand in hand. It is not about confining the auras and spark of your beloved, rather it takes courage to stand by his side when he needs you the most. Its about telling him that you believe in him and that no matter what journey he embarks on, you are going to be there for him.

“Love is when you bleed the glitter of happiness.”

When two people form a bonding between them, it is very important that they are able to adapt and synchronize their heart and mind at the same frequencies. This universe is a composition of divine and worldly, love is divine, bodies earthly. Bodies are never meant to love, they can never be, but souls, that are actually worth falling for. Love is a hysteria that lies beyond every dimension, an exposition of enigmas and mysteries. One must loose himself in the embrace of his beloved if he actually wants to discover what the actual reality is.

Love is about forgetting about oneself and remembering your beloved, its just like a starry night where you stand and stare at the shimmering stars. In that moment, you find out what true love is. It cannot be found here on an inferior place like earth, yet it is adorned with grandeur, beyond the dimension where the heavens stand tall.

Love is metaphysical, it has always been this way; free of worldly intimidation.

It is an incarnation of happiness that two hearts dwell in with every passing moment, without any limits or conditions; an unconditional emotion of selflessness. It is an experience that can never be composed into the words, something that makes you wander in search of the ecstatic auroras. It can never be defined or put into the words as true love can never be contained. It is wild, young, ravishing and free from every bound and constraints. It is when two souls are ready to learn, grow, and prosper together.

Love makes you the happiest, it must overwhelm you sometimes. It should penetrate inside your blood, drenching every vein in your body with like any magical potion, ravishing your body inside out, while being the panacea itself to bring you back to life. It gives you the power to transcend the places that even angels fears to tread. Two souls conspiring together to chase the golden hues of the horizon, to catch the first autumn leaf falling down into this world, to trace the trajectory of falling stars, to find where the rainbow resides, to cherish the first snowfall of the year, while feeling the warmth of the fire that smolders their hearts into one beating enigma. As their eyes meet and look at each other, that enigma explodes into a million butterflies, leaving a trail behind, wherever they go.

“Love is a naked abstraction where flesh lies nowhere. You always fall for the vibe, for the aura; for the soul, either aware or unaware because flesh is bound to rot but soul is what transcends beyond our comprehension.”

To set love free, to let it wander in the depth of cosmos is when two souls tend to find each other, the souls who are impregnated with the energies much violent than that of a supernova. That is when you know that you have found your missing piece. Love is not about two souls conciliating together, rather it is the infusion of two souls into a divine singularity.