Inner Voice

Everyone of us has that side of personality which is just known to self and everyone of us has the voice that just talks to inner self!

The voice that just listens to inner self,

The voice that just heard when you are alone,

This is the voice of who you are and who you want to be!

This is the voice that wants to come out, breathe, smile and live the life of its dream....

The longest distance in the world is not confined by geographies but by the bridge between our mind and soul....

The farthest distance is between "how it is and how you Thot it was gonna be!"

We often fail to count our blessings but we never fail to count our desires,

All these desires originate from our senses and the distance it creates with your soul, is difficult to recuperate!

Be soft and let it go,

This shall pass too....

Free Fall

Is gravity only the reason for us to fall down? Or something else? Our thoughts, our brain, our psychi, our instinct, our reaction, our behavior, aren’t contributing even a bit to our fall?

Why do we always blame physical and tangible things for our fall, and forget to add these intangible entities?

Why do we fasten the strings of rules and expectations so tightly that it leads to uninvited disappointments? Is this the trick of a mind to overlook the faults in self and blame the world around us?

Why do people lack basic mindfulness! May be the atrocious environment in which we live, have blindfolded our eyes and we fail to analyse those things which we could otherwise!

I anticipate that practicing rational thinking, could do the magic!

Cliche Sunday? No, create one!

What is so special in this Sunday? Do you think there has to be something special in every Sunday? The expectation about the weekend that is has to bring fun and enjoyment, itself is becoming a cliché now! Rather, how about the idea of creating a memorable Sunday with family!

How beautiful it is to wake up at leisure and then get breakfast in bed because you have the most generous and empathetic mom 😊

My favorite beans and bread along with cinnamon croissants and black coffee! Isn’t it quite a kick start to the perfect Sunday! Morning meals indirectly have a very vital role to play in the whole day. There is a childhood proverb “the food you eat affects your brain” and “the type of food you eat is directly linked with the attributes developing in your behavior”.

Clock strikes 11 am and I am still not able to get over my dining table, which happens to be my go to spot in low moods. This is a direct implication that I am a gourmand and epicurean, who cannot imagine her life without food around!

Sunday discussions in house be like food food food from morning to evening, and the ideas varying from as simple as Mexican salads to as classy as Italian Bruschetta. Of course I am a food sensualist and my love for food wont meter down a bit even on my death bed :D

Every Sunday happens to be a gourmet Sunday because that is in my genes and I am lucky to have inherited from my mother (the only tiny difference is that she is a passionate peppery chef as well and I am just the voracious eater) hahaha

Sunday has its own jazz, swimming with the upcoming wave and ready to cherish every tide, is what cerates a special Sunday…

Buon Cibo, Amare il Cibo, Bella Domenica………

Trance isn't just a music, it is an emotion!

Trance music isnt just the music, it is that therapy which has the ability to lift up the sinking. It is that magic which can give you transit from dark to light. It is that medicine which can change your agony to ecstasy, without even feeling the bitterness of the tablet (hehe)

Do you know the effect of psychedelic trance? Literally unimaginable and incomparable to any other genre. Exaggeration? Oh, really, no but it is true…isn’t it? How many of you agree?

If you aren’t aware, then let me tell you I am a person who lacks patience, like that impatient whose measure on a scale will definitely go below zero. So basically with my obdurate type of nature, I end up flustering people a lot, a lot like a lot, and the ultimate victim is my mother :-D I thank god, he has given me a mother with so much patience because he knew, she would have a daughter with exorbitant impatient nature, so the point here is god balances everything 😊

Amid this musical evening and amicable night, this piece of love is directly proportional to the inspiration from one of the new acquaintance on the blogging site.

Music is our common love and the effect it has directly to the nervous system is not less than any steroid or antibiotic.    

The electric waves and the terrifying beats seem to have a direct connection with the frontal lobe of the brain, followed by parietal lobe adding to the sensation. Every music has its own colour and vibe to feel but only for those who have the power to feel the music.

When there is a fine mixture of periodic bass and complementing treble, sugar caked by the uplifting tempo, it becomes irresistible to do away with this beaut. The repeating melody phrases and a musical form throughout the track of the trance is what makes me addicted to this music.

On a Saturday night, sitting with my lappy and blog site open, here is a small story to share with my digital fam!

Trying to fix the broken pieces

So there are certain days when you literally slip off in the dark well. The days when your mind goes in the denial mode with everything your heart wants to do. The sensational mind becomes so recalcitrant that it wont allow you to cross that one ladder which could make you feel better than what you are feeling because that is how you are supposed to feel at that point in time.

I don’t know that’s bipolar or what but I just know it doesn’t make you feel happy anymore. We get into the relationship with bed and blanket without even thinking what’s going on.

Mornings seem like those stressed night when one is horrified by all the acerbic thoughts from “why did I not eat a pancake to what is the purpose of my life!”

A girl who who was so fond of morning breakfasts with her favorite chocolate milk, suddenly turns into an idol of silence. Dining table is her go to spot of the day but the days when she gets attacked by psychedelic thoughts of pretty unappealing major experiences of her life, she simply sits on the same table, biting a bread and deep down drowned in the ocean of the lost answers.

Going for a shower seems to be that task which can’t be won by staying in bed. Picking those broken pieces of your self and trying to assemble each, without having known what belongs where, is not what she can do in this handicapped mode.

Behind every chore she does, there is only one intention, “after this is done, I would get to hide myself in bed once again and run away from the harsh realities of life”

Waking up from the sleep be like, hell why did my sleep break and why do I have to face this world! Constant hallucinations of the dark side of life were torturing her like anything. It was like some thing was bothering her so deeply that even while getting up from bed to grabbing a glass of water, would haunt her with ten thoughts in ten steps. She was all lost in yesterdays conversation related to her work. For the first time in life, she felt like a loser who could not achieve anything and was a burden on this earth. The trauma from which she was passing was clearly visible on her face and cognitive behavior.

The feeling of failure and not being able to do anything was eating up every corner of her mind and she kept herself hidden in the bed for the whole day.

Despite all the big and bad experiences of her life, she was so strong to hold herself and move on, leaving everything up to the god and destiny. But this day had brought in totally a different version of her which even made herself ashamed!

Everybody was at home being a weekend, but her inner self was in fight with her conscience so badly that she wouldn’t even have guts to look into anybody’s eye!

What could be so miserable tearing her apart? Was she caught up in the desire and expectation cycle? Had it hurt her self-respect? Did that incident broke her moral esteem? Was she trying hard to find for all the broken pieces and fix it all over again? Aversion towards self is the most obnoxious enemy one can have and the symptoms were clearly portraying she was in a state of devastating….