Showing posts with label pain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pain. Show all posts

Friday, 22 August 2014

2 am? What keeps you awake at night?

I figured that writing this post at this time (1:30 am) will be the best way of proving my loyalty to the nocturnal behavior. While most of us are right now simply lying in bed in our comfortable soft pajamas thinking about things that a boy, incidence or a wish is just one of the thoughts. While creativity creeps in the late silent hours of night, some of us write :P, draw or simply wonder how you failed the test you worked so hard for or how your first love would have been your last if you tried harder.

Well, let me put it in front of you; with a cute little bow and sparkly wrapping, that yes the dark time is the best time for anyone of us. Yes, we all do love sleep. I would literally choose my bed over any guy in the world. That cozy comfortable place, where you rest your head on the feathers of dreams and wander off into the calm emotion erasing land of comfortable inactivity. Okay nightmares may haunt us occasionally, but then what are dream catchers and warm rooms for?

But come on, agree to it, you are the most motivated and enthusiastic at this queer hour.  While the deepness in our thoughts ventures out and motivates us to take incentive, we actually find answers to questions we never knew existed. Those questions that were present like a cloud; hovering with their negligible weight, but when cleared from the sky allow the warmth of a bright sunny day. And the answers? Ironically create more questions. Those aren’t really ways to self-realization and reflection but just paths and foot stones to other questions that eventually lead us to the ultimate nirvana of understanding.

But some questions just don’t have answers! How much ever frustrating that is, it is actually the most torturous but effective way of realizing that a person, thing or incident is not worth of the rivers of tears that streamed out of your eyes or the minutes of smiles you lost during the day.

It may seem weird, but I usually find myself thinking about the capabilities of the human brain. While this is a more casual type of blog; like me having a conversation with an ice cream buddy, I can shamelessly tell that I do wish to do all the things at night that people are usually scared to do and acknowledge. I am all praise for the thieves that venture out to do something wrong (which is not supported in anyway) but nevertheless go out in the lull of the city just to steal may be a car deck worth a few thousands or jeweler worth a few lakhs. While their work is certainly not appreciated their bravery and ability to not be afraid of the unspecified, unknown happenings of the dark is applauded.

Not only buglers, but guards and policemen who actually roam around as if earth is the safest place to live on. Anyway, I was on human brain capabilities. It would be fun to imagine that you are just a molecule of air. Bouncing around your whole eternal life doing nothing but……..bouncing around. But where have you been? You could have been anywhere. In a medieval palace in Vatican City or a creepy jungle in amazon that know human dared enter. In a haunted house where silence haunts each corner or a beautiful garden with marble fountains and close roses that would bloom in the morning while the dew drops slept on them. The possibilities are unlimited and if that air particle would be your mind? A mind that is now stretched by a new experience and thus can never go back to its old dimensions?

Not all of us might have the same though process. We all are different sure. But we are common in some way. Teenagers teenagers teenagers. What do we always think about staying awake in the late hours of the night?  Our crushes, our friends and how our lives could have been better. And if you are telling me you barely wonder about these, you’re lying.

Most of us have cried about that boy’s or girl’s smile that couldn’t be yours and mourned over the lost best friend who you barely looked at since the past week. Some of us have had forceful sleepless nights because a rude fight where you pretended to be tough actually hit you hard. (Bullies are affected too) or you just couldn’t sleep because you had too much coffee assuming you would pull an all-nighter and study. (Well you didn’t)

Well the most hilarious thing is how one though links to other. One minute you are thinking about how you have to fill groceries tomorrow, then you will think about how the toilet paper is over. Then the thought of how you are wasting toilet paper pops up. You will soon be thinking about deforestation in the world and how it is important to save tries and from there you would be probably thinking about how Switzerland is the cleanest city and how suddenly your eye can randomly pop out and roll out into the snow and sit their camouflaged laughing at you one eyed face.

Do you get it now? You can singlehandedly think about destroying someone’s social networking life to thinking about randomly hoe penguins fall in love. You may suddenly hear an old man giving you advice in your head or hear your mom’s voice asking you to eat vegetables.
If you this is not magic, what is?

If the scientists wouldn’t have had nights without sleep, you would be still switching ships to London. You would be still watching a black and white movie and it would take me months to publish this. While passion ignites at this hour, ideas are born from the strangest thoughts in your mind.

Well the ultimate point of writing this is, what keeps you awake at night? For me night is the time I actually get to do things I like. While on the weekdays of college it is highly disastrous to pull the stunt of staying awake, in the days I am busy playing social roles of a student, daughter, friend and a stranger. But at night I am just a girl staying awake, listening to her favorite rock band while she types on her laptop.  
Night is not associated with sad and emo like thoughts. While darkness and silence can evoke emotions of hopelessness or just sadness, they sometimes don’t. Nights can bring out the peace and creativity in you. Some of us are really motivated at night and enthusiastic to try new stuff but just lazy and tired to actually do it.

Nights are beautiful and silent. While everyone enters a new dream every 3 minutes what keep you awake at 2 am?

PS- I didn’t mention about monsters because it’s extremely late here and I hope to get some sleep too which would be a little difficult thinking about things staring at me, being under my bed or just existing. Err…

Sunday, 11 May 2014

Real Grief

There is nothing painful then the thorn of pain that pricks you each time you realize that you can never have the thing that you desire. Desire the most.

A small girl with her black curly locks danced around in the sand. Her brown eyes sparkling with joy mesmerized me as she cupped some sand in her tiny chubby hands and tossed it in the air. As the sand fell back to the ground she grabbed some more sand and tossed it in the air only to further decorate her dark hair with it.

The wind blew and the sand swept in her eyes. Immediately those little diamonds started welling with tears as she rubbed them and wailed a shrill cry. Immediately two worked up arms surrounded her and embraced her with care and love. Concern swelled in the women's eyes as she hushed the girl and blew in her eyes. She ran her slender bony fingers through her hair and picked her up and took her away as Lina watched them go, with sheer admiration and longing in her eyes.

She sat there, on the cold wooden bench on a warm sunny day as the blanket of agony spread over her as she remember that she wouldn't be able to touch a pair of chubby cheeks that gave her a feeling of belonging.  Or look in to a pair of large, round black eyes that looked back at her with overwhelming love that didn't know what was being judgmental.

Getting up every morning with the same thought in mind was hurtful even though it was like a daily routine. Getting up alone on one side of the bed with the other side cold and empty; empty in the absence of a little being. She wished someone would roll across her bed and hug her from behind, as the kids tiny body would press against her sharing her warmth.

She wanted a tiny pair of feet running around in the house tapping across the marble floor while the hysteric laughter of the child would spread across her house like the aroma was freshly baked cookies. She wanted to fill the cupboards with clothes smelling of baby powder and she smiled at the thought of the colorful toys scattered around on the floor recklessly.

As lina sat on the bench staring at the trees, she admired how well the sky had been painted with the warm colors of white yellow and blue. The wind danced around as her hair fluttered in the air and her eyes got lost further.

She had always imagined a small body cuddling in her arms as she would hold it and would put it to sleep. Looking at the baby she would lightly run her fingers across the baby’s cheeks as it would gently purr in its sleep. And sometimes its large watery eyes would look at her as the baby would lightly reach out to touch her cheek with its small palm radiating pure energy and love

Its playful laughter would make her smile as the baby would wriggle in her arms and laugh like there is nothing happier then being there with her.

Lina snapped out of her reverie and wiped the tears that had ghatered in her eyes. She sniffed and slouched back onto the bench. She knew she would never know how it would feel. To see a part of her have her eyes, or nose or skin. But she knew it would never happen. She would never be a mother she wanted to be. She longed to care and love and devote herself to her own child. But it could never happen.
She didn’t want to think why.

She was stubborn to have her own kid so adoption was a last restore. And she wasn’t even financially strong to do so. Lina sighed and got up. She wobbled and then walked onto the footpath brushing this thought aside. She envied all the mothers who walked with their kids. Though her friends complained about the mount load of work they had and how their lives were a terrible mess, Lina wished she could crib about something like that cause the gifts of motherhood were tremendous.

But she couldn’t experience it. As she walked back home all she knew was no one could understand er pain but a childless woman.


Few words- We all should be proud to have these loving women in our lives who we call mothers. As much as we love them they wouldn’t be mothers without us. So respect them and make their life worthy as no one cares for you more than they do. Happy Mothers Day.