Fleeting Muses.

I didn't think projecting feelings was a real thing. But like many other things I have learnt in past 4 years, it is actually something. And I'm not happy that I'm experiencing these all of a 'sudden'. Why is adulthood so hard? But, I digress. Story time. There once used to be a person in my life. I really liked their soul, I thought. And a feeling similar, for me is rare - well, as rare as only that one time. I literally felt something when I saw them for the first time. And, turned out, how I intuitively reacted was also my brain's reaction when getting to know them. Wow, I hadn't known people could be genuinely this nice. But, you know, 'the more you know'. It seemed like they truly tried to understand me (and everyone around them) and I was doing my best too. But then, time and again, I would get these accusations (comments? self-reflection suggestions? I don't know what the right word is) - of being selfish - at things that first, I ne

Do people really change? I have seen and met many kinds of people. It is sometimes hard to believe looking back but the types of people who have been close to me at one point or another is pretty varied. I think a part of it was my past non judging self who believed the best in people. I never thought someone could be a bad person unless they really did something, after which they were mostly cut off because I would be extremely surprised. Some of the friends I have had over my life are those who were labeled as the gundas or some other word that was thrown at them. But I never felt that. I have had hours of conversations with them, real conversations. They were perfectly 'normal' and nicest of the human beings. I still hold them close to my heart; I never cared what people say about them. But is that why those people really were good to me? That they were who I reflected them to be? But what if they had wrong deeds associated with them? What about what people said about th

Life is so full of magic. It always has been and always will be. We just need to have the right people to surround us with! It is amazing what a dose of conversation with good friends can open the door to - all the good memories from 10 (or even 15!!) years ago when we were children full of wonder for the world but living in our own little world. It is amazing how we reached from that point to today, where we have lost some of that wonder for the world because we are living it. But talking to those few in our life, the ones we grew up with or the ones we found along the way who share our values, hopes, dreams and the most of all, the reality of mind, is a real pleasure; it is what makes life beautiful. It is what brings the magic back. Sure it is possible to meet new people but is it likely that we will find people who grew up the same way? Sure we can connect with some on one level or another but will they really understand us? Or try to? I think in a world full of humans trying to p

Written a while ago but never posted it, now that I think I'm brave enough, I am ! :) Oh, Heartbreak! It's such a beautiful thing. I never thought I would be able to write this post. After months, almost a year of denial, rage and sadness I have reached this strange point of acceptance. First off, I never thought I was the kind to go through a real heartbreak but I did, where you absolutely believe in something with all of your heart and soul; but your belief turns out to be wrong. Not even almost-right kind of wrong, but black-and-white black kind of wrong. I had always believed people meet the wrong people along the way, learn from them and then when they know it's right, it really is right. But sometimes, you meet the right one. The one that you were waiting for and you are the one they were waiting for. At least that's what you both believe. But then, things happen! You realize how hard it actually  is to maintain a live entity like a relationship, especiall