You know that state where you end up standing at a crossroads, unable to decide which path should be taken or whether you’re on the “right” one. It is the stage that can either tether you or humble you—the stage where you either become the best version of yourself or slowly fade away like a speck of dust resting atop an ancient tome or relic.
What is strange about a dilemma is that it is not something that occurs only once in a lifetime. It is something that may confront you repeatedly, offering timely reality checks along the way. Isn’t it an oddly rewarding experience, where life never stops teaching you, regardless of whether you are equipped with training wheels or not?
The good thing is that your past self never truly abandons you. Somehow, it finds a way to guide you through the uncertainty and help you emerge from the state of dilemma. And when you do, the next thing you feel is pride—a slightly corny smile, a deep sigh of relief, and a profound sense of appreciation for the journey that brought you there.
Au revoir! Always grateful for having my own back.
“Baking”; sounds lovely, right? Be it sweets, goods or dreams. A process which tests your patience time and again. I wonder, ‘How it would feel from the vantage point of a baker when he/she closes his/her dreamy bakery only to take a long and wishful sigh and put his/her sweet imagination into a pre-heated oven and sit on it to turn that into reality?’
Like a painter fills colours in his plain and bland canvas to make this world a better place to breathe in. Oh! A dash of milk, a handful of powdered sugar and a pinch of moody salt to create a mesmerizing blend of sweet nothings! Oh! To be a baker; to bake dreams and imagination! To bake a reality and serve it into a wide platter. I ponder at the skill of such magicians who can bring happiness on a child’s face by presenting a truffle cake with a dash of whipped cream.
How I wish to be a baker myself and make a sanctuary for myself and those who need a corner of peace just like I crave.
‘Time and tide wait for no one.’ Hello dear readers and ramblers! Been a while, ain’t it? Feels like an eternity of tapping into the magic of words. Well…. things change. And finally, they change so rapidly that you wouldn’t get even a second to wrap your head around it. One minute, you are managing something and the other your other side of the world crumbles.
Well, look at me; talking like someone who has gone through eternity and still has a story to share. That’s time for you. It teaches you its lesson. Some are for you only and some become tattletale for others. However, the plain outcome is, time makes you wiser. Either by hook or crook. Right at the moment, I’m putting these thoughts down; the other end of my brain is already getting occupied to fill the other pages.
I think time makes you stronger and withered at the same time too. Have you ever wondered that, how a hard edged stone loses its edges and starts to become softer, if it is under the water for a long time. It becomes softer just to adapt itself as its situation demands. The strange irony with us is, we are the softer version of our lifetime in the beginning, but time makes us hardened as it passes away, doesn’t it?
I wonder if it is time to sign off and ponder on something else? So, taking a leave for the time being with a hopeful note of gratitude of sticking around. Try not to be a stranger and let your ramblings find a way back home in the comments.
Been a while since I tried writing.. 11:43 by my watch. It might take longer to post, because I’ve so much to put on this clean slate. But on the other hand, I’m coming all blank. As it is already, my chaotic mind decided to remind me that it is still a living and breathing entity on its own.
I chose this topic to share my opinions because, we all reach there at one or another point in our life; time and time again. Its about to be 26th January and being a Nepali makes you lucky and accepting to everything, doesn’t it? Soon, it will be time to say Goodbye to the year 2080 and welcome 2081.
Each day is slipping through our fingers like sand. Some days we want to hold on to that sand as tight as possible without knowing that we’re actually letting it slip more speedily. Humans are fickle, aren’t they? Its our nature after all. We know everything but acceptance is not welcomed in our life.
And to refute, just so that we can have satisfaction of some moments only to come to the almighty, so that he can guide us better. So, here I am. At the beginning of a new day, with a mind with reeling thoughts. Its exactly as attempting exams. Where we have to choose the most appropriate answer . Where the options are related to each other and nothing seems wrong. However, only one is supposed to be correct.
If only I could be a student one more time.. oh the wistfulness. Alas! I don’t have the ultimate solution of this , i.e., time machine. But, look at the bright side, these precious moments let me welcome a New day with new hopes and rambling about my confusions has soothed my restlessness to some extent.
So, its time to end my ramblings here so that I can bring something better forward pretty soon..
Hello there dear readers.. How’re you all? Hope you’re doing fine. Its Saturday, so I do hope that its going good for you. Well, let’s get back to the point of the beginning, where I was thinking to not write. More like my lazy self was saying that. But my other half caved in and succumbed in the throes of the bliss known as ‘writing.’ The reason I chose this topic because of its uncomplexity; its raining outside. 18:44 to be exact when I’m penning my thoughts here on the site. I started atleast half an hour ago but, the site kept crashing. I guess the site is enjoying a lazy saturday as well.
My rainy day playlist is on with background music of pitter-patter of rain and its quite relaxing. Except when the clouds create chaos in the sky. However, my mind is living in its own universe. Where the world seems peaceful, less noisy almost serene and fresh. My thoughts need an escape as well. The way its raining outside, the water is pouring down from the sky and making the weather clean. My thoughts are eager to come out so that the previous thoughts can vacate the space for the new ones. Interesting, isn’t it?
Whatever we do, makes us a part of some cycle. Finish-repeat, finish-repeat and so on. Some cycles get broken only to get involved in the newer one. But, that’s life. Pouring of rain and thoughts is just important for cleansing of our inner and outer universe, isn’t it? These ramblings are nothing more than my monologue. I’m just letting them come out in form of words. To wonder more, when our thoughts get the shape of words or later full sensible sentences; they become beautiful for us. Leaving a feeling of a weight being lifted off from the chest. The feeling of being freed from a contraption.
Just like ‘rain’.. the clouds must feel lighter after dumping the water on the earth; only to be part of the cycle of universe. I guess, its time for wrap this verbose here. Time to break the cycle, so that I can enter into new one. So, let’s depart on the genuine note of greatfulness to my readers and viewers who are giving their precious time to read these ramblings. Besides that, an assurance of ‘it’s ok’. It’s ok to let your thoughts pour out once in a while to collect so much more than ‘today’.
Hello there! Dear fellow humans and readers. How are you all? I hope you guys are doing fine. First of all, I want to complete a task by wishing you all HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY. Today, let’s make sure that this precious person can feel amazing or top of the world, shall we? Ever wondered, what is that which is the most bitter and truthful thing? What’s that which if anyone tries to accept wholeheartedly can live peacefully but if not, then it will try to make one accept its importance and fixture in their life, quite loudly and obnoxiously? Yup, if you were able to reach there by connecting the dots with today’s topic.. Then, its the ‘truth of change.’
They say, nothing is trurer and more constant than change. weird, isn’it? I mean, a human is considered as the most possessive creation of the God. They can die to protect the one thing which is loved by them most deeply and intensely or it can turn the other way around. However, the god is still the Boss here. Right, its like he wants to say, “Do whatever you want, but when the wave of change will come then its going to be mightier than your skill of possession.” Every day someone is going or coming into the world to keep the balance with the tagline of ‘the show must go on.’
A whole platform is prepared for us to play our roles and exit when the curtain falls. Therefore, is anything which can’t ever be avoided is: Change. But, look at the irony, this change unintentionally brings out the worst fear of losing one’s possession. Its like the god wants to have his own entertainment by watching his own show. Where everyone knows everything but, they won’t act on it. The hold on the sand is unfruitful, isn’t it? The tighter the grip is, the quicker it slips away. And everyone knows about it. One day, we’re goofing around with our group of ‘BFFs’ and the other day, we’re rummaging through our closets to select the best formal outfit to set our first impression.
Time is flying with its humongous wings and nothing can be done about it, except being the part of the change instead of fighting tooth and nail against it. They say, no matter how good of a swimmer you are; you’ll get exhausted if you keep swimming in the opposite direction of the waves. Because, you’ll have to put whole lot of more effort to fulfill that task to some extent. Then, at last when your reserves will get exhausted the mighty waves will catch up to you.
So, I guess its ok to relax for awhile and have a bucket of popcorn in your hands to enjoy the ride to reach our destination. Sacrifices, wounds, healing and many other factors are part of this race. Which will only help us to learn and move ahead. Later on, it’d become some kind of batch for us as a proof of surviving one more day of this beautiful and eventful journey.
Oh! Will you look that the time, it actually flies to make itself the part of the constant truth. Its time to depart from this topic and rest my words here on a cheerful and thankful note by saying a huge THANK YOU which is directly and honest to the God coming from the bottom of my heart. I can’t appreciate enough all those readers, who have given their precious time to drop into this site and spare their moments to my ramblings. So, see you soon! After some pause. Signing off from here, to take a new journey of exploration so that I can give a shape to my ramblings.
They say when your mind is too addled with extreme of your emotions then it keeps boggling you.It doesn’t let you sleep, it doesn’t let you stay awake. Just a state of a limbo where it gets only difficult to choose;’where should I go?’ So, here I am once again! Timing is a bit unusual but I don’t know what to do? I tried sleeping but I just am not able to sleep.
It’s around 1:30 and the new day has started. But my hormonal self is not at peace. Its raining outside. We call it ‘Bin mausam Baarish’. Everyone is asleep and I am just turning to get comfortable around. I have read somewhere that ‘if our mind is not at peace, then no matter how hard we try we won’t be able to centralize ourselves.’ And, right now it’s not listening to me.
This rain is like a cherry on top. Or, in other words ‘sone pe suhaga’. It’s like the universe itself doesn’t want me to sleep or take rest! Strange no, when we look for peace; it is handed over to us and still it just doesn’t feel worthy. Alas! Sometimes it’s actually painful to be a human. We have a mouth to express ourselves but when on the very same hand we are taught to turn a blind eye.
You know the feeling when you know that you shouldn’t cope up with such things, but ‘beggars can’t be the choosers’ situations arrive and you have to turn a blind eye. And later it eats you up? Emotions are so flickering.. If they are levelled up, then everything is ok. But if they turn a pinch extreme then they clam up on you.
Sometimes, all we need is a little nudge to see a little light. A nudge to see the sky from the pain we are going through. I guess now I can take a break. The rain has stopped as well. Quite impromptu drop of ramblings. But they say one shouldn’t stop the flow of thoughts. Because, they’re meant to be unstoppable.
Hello there readers and ramblers. If you are still there. I know it’s been a while since I have not written. But they say ‘if you have lots of things to ponder upon then settling those thoughts will take it’s sweet time.’ So, yeah I am trying to be back on track and some pause or breather is always necessary. A wise person once said that ‘it is ok to take rest and take a back seat and just look around’.
So, I was returning back home and just thinking or shall I say summarizing or reviewing my day and hence a mental pros and cons of the day was there as well and then; like someone was calling me to knock some sense into me. I looked up to the sky and; those cottony clouds were practically demanding my attention. I know things usually do that and all but, me being my ever imaginative self thrive on imagination.
Again, those clouds made me think that how things are just perfect with their imperfections. They come in different shapes, sizes,colors and textures. Grey and thick clouds forewarn us about heavy showering and thunderstorms. Cottony and white clouds indicate a clear and honest weather. Just like humans. Everyone in this world carries a mark of the battle they are fighting everyday.
Waking up and leaving that evil bed in the hope of a promising day is the first of many battles which is fought by us. No matter who and what role is ahead us to play. Then come the battles of satisfaction and coordination. I accept we come in this world alone and no one is going to be with us when it’s our time to depart. But to live and breathe we need people, don’t we? And to survive a day ‘art of appeasement’ comes forth to play its role.
Each and everyone is different from others. Like a palate of different colors or a beautiful sky full of mismatched clouds! We are our own teachers because no one else can give us the valuable lessons unless we invest ourselves into it wholeheartedly. I can be wrong as well.
So what do you think about this round of ramblings? Your reviews and remarks are always appreciated. And thank you for sparing your precious few minutes here on these ramblings. Au revoir! À bientôt!
Hello there, lovely readers and visitors. I hope you all are fine and kicking happily around. Because, living glommily is nothing more than permanently turning the light off of our life. Well, enough of this. I have already kinda set a goal that I am actually gonna talk about the topic instead of beating around the bush. So, let’s proceed, shall we?
So, what happened was, I was on one of my ever famous strolls and just looking up at the wide spectrum, i.e. sky. Yup, now we are getting a bit closer to the topic. So, as my mind is active all the time; I started to wonder that how wonderful this world is? The sky is ‘limitless’. But how and why? Because, most of the people don’t try to venture beyond that. I mean yes, there are people who have done alot. Inventors, thinkers, philosophers and so on and so on. But, most of the people who wake up daily and make a rough outline of their day. To do what? Just to repeat their day all over again.
And, then this repetition becomes our safety blanket. Because, it gives us something to do in our life. Instead of having regrets and lots of ‘what ifs’, we have something to do and look forward in our life. Hence the analogy of ‘SKY’. So, when next time if someone says, “‘WOW!’ birds are lucky to have wings” or “I wonder if I had wings then I’d have done this and that.” or so on. These lines are just not mere wishes. These are safety blankets of our life as well. To have a desire to reach our ‘sky’; makes us thrive. So, again as they say, ‘everything comes back to a circle.’
It’s upon us how do we make the ‘sky’ look? Limitless or consolation mechanism of our heart. Just something normal to muse upon, isn’t it? Life, makes us belief that it’s in our control but it’s the other way around isn’t it?
So, it’s time to rest my words here and depart with you all on a gentle note. Thank you so much for giving these ramblings your precious time. À bientôt!Au revoir!
Hello, there ! Readers and visitors alike. First of all let’s be done with the most important task; which is being thankful from the bottom of my heart to you all. Because, I know everyone’s time is precious and still dropping here and read my ramblings is always appreciated from here. Now without any further delay let’s dive into these ramblings and internal musings, shall we?
So, I was about to write about something else entirely. But, some change of events in just couple of minutes made me retract my steps back. I received a call and it was like a ‘Blast from the past.’ And I suddenly started to wonder, WOW! And strange how our circumstances, events, time and many other agents play major roles to make us move forward in our life with a lot of baggage on our back. But only one knock, and everything comes just rushing back. Like some movie is being played in front of our eyes.
I am really thankful to the all mighty for helping me to reach where I am and I know he is as stubborn as me to leave me behind to fend for myself. But, such knocks really are nostalgic. When people are really coming forward to have a semblance of contact with you or forwarding an olive branch to you, that’s the proof that your work was appreciated and you really have left your trace behind. And believe me , sonnets of high praises just turn into ashes when these nostalgic moments and people are here to knock in your life..
So, I guess that’s it for now. Thank you again for sticking around these ramblings. Just something light to muse for thinkers and overthinkers. À bientôt! Ciao!
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