Photo of the week – 66


Let it go,
Let it roll right off your shoulder
Don’t you know
The hardest part is over
Let it in,
Let your clarity define you
In the end
We will only just remember how it feels

Our lives are made
In these small hours
These little wonders,
These twists & turns of fate
Time falls away,
But these small hours,
These small hours still remain

Let it slide,
Let your troubles fall behind you
Let it shine
Until you feel it all around you
And i don’t mind
If it’s me you need to turn to
We’ll get by,
It’s the heart that really matters in the end

Our lives are made
In these small hours
These little wonders,
These twists & turns of fate
Time falls away,
But these small hours,
These small hours still remain

All of my regret
Will wash away some how
But i can not forget
The way i feel right now

In these small hours
These little wonders
These twists & turns of fate
Time falls away but these small hours
These small hours,
These little wonders still remain.

One, Two, Create.

96786b74c2a8c6cc2b1e389a7c001a07Do this with me.

Close your eyes. Take a deep, deep breath.

Tell yourself this, and believe each word as you say it. You will have everything that you want. Everything.

Silence that little probing that seems to be pointing out what you don’t have, what seems so far out of your reach, what you can never have. SHUSH. You will have EVERYTHING.

I know that doesn’t seem to make sense when you tear open each scab and look at the wounds deeply enmeshed with lack thereof, you need to stop looking at those. Just let the wounds be.

Focus on that place in your mind which is solid strength, push it, keep pushing it and it will burst into the fountain that it is, swim in it, wade in it.

You will have everything you want.

You have everything you want.

What if I told you that this whole world is just perception, it is almost an illusion someone has created and thrust upon you. Break free of this illusion.

You have everything you want, deep within you, it’s all there.

Now create your own world, make your own illusion, that’s all there is.

It’s nothing but a little magic trick.




Did I just hear you say heart break?

You mean to say you feel your heart breaking?


Now that’s a first for certain.

I don’t understand though.

Didn’t you say you would warn me before the whole love shebang?

What? Really?

You don’t need to be in love for your heart to break?


I mean, I’m sorry. That must hurt.

What does it feel like?


That sounds painful.

I always thought that the next time you would come whining to me about your heart being broken, at least there would be a good story.

No of course this story is good,

Oh c’mon you know that is not what I mean!

It’s just I saw it happen with a thunderbolt and a lightning, and you would be zapped together,

And then the lightning would strike again,

Y’know, the same place twice,

And you would fall apart thus,

You had to fall head over heels,

It had to be one for them books, and by books I mean Greek myths,

So I just don’t understand what brings you here,

So, empty, and yet so pained.

So urgent, the wound so fresh, and yet so deeply scarred,

ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT. Stop yelling.

I hear you.

I know it hurts.

Here. Hold on to me.

I promise you it will get better.
I promise.

Nothing on Anything

Yesterday I was having a conversation with one of my closest buds when something truly dawned on me.

It was one of those late night that turns into early morn sorta convos, where you discuss everything under the sun and moon from your life as is to old friends to memories to your future hopes and aspirations, the kind of conversations that have you laughing uproariously from minute to minute and then losing your breath again just as you catch it when you realize just how brilliant the person you are speaking to is.

My friend is brilliant. No, I am not being biased he really is. He is the kinda guy who just knows a lot about a lot. He has a lot of interests and fearlessly explores wherever the wind carries him. He is someone with whom you can have an intelligent conversation, the kind of guy who knows current affairs and politics inside out and has a stand on everything he knows, the kind of guy who is well read and can throw in references from authors and economists and renown journalists. He is just plain smart, that kinda guy.

Which really got me to thinking how most people who I know are quite intelligent in their own ways, be it in their field or several others as well, almost everyone I know has a vast amount of knowledge, pure fact based knowledge, on something. They are their own kind of smart, and I think that is sheer awesomeness!

The real reason I am writing this post though is not to tell you that you are your own kind of smart and inspire you. Nop. Don’t get my intentions mixed up now.

The reason I am writing this is to ask you why on earth are you reading this?

I could singlehandedly win an award for the world’s most IGNORANT human being, I am not even exaggerating. I am someone who literally knows NOTHING about ANYTHING. Don’t get me wrong, I do NOT take pride in this, in fact I do think I should do something to change this status quo of mine, but alas! It’s just become something that has made its way into being a part of my definition now and I must say it has grown onto me.

Really though, why are you here reading this? I don’t understand what I have ever done to deserve you.

So this is just a huge shoutout to those of you who have invested three minutes going through this post, and a reminder that you are indeed extraordinarily intelligent, and have something worth saying, and being listened to. C’mon you just read this post of mine, you surely must believe that more rubbish people than you exist?


Love you loads muffin

P.S. thank you for having bestowed upon me such irredeemable love and faith that I don’t even question my ability to be here and tell you this.