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So here I am. All set to post my first story. That is the thing about thoughts and words. They strangle you so much that you are forced to express the former with the latter. Its almost an ache…. An ache to open up something that has been tormenting you, hurting you, making you fall in love, lust or even hate for that matter. Something that has been simply there all this time, but has now found a significant place in your insignificant thought haven.
Ok. So I was late at watching it. And I know a lions share of you had already watched it and must think I’m crazy to post about this. But here goes.
The movie starring Bradley Cooper, Jennifer Lawrence and Robert DeNiro is a love story. And it is a normal love story that has dance and soccer. Loads of it😝. But what stands apart is the acting performance of the squad. You have a bipolar recovering Cooper and a depression recovering Lawrence whose done amazing jobs. No wonder she got the Academy Award for this one. Robert De Niro as Cooper’s dad brings forth a clear imagery of dysfunctional families.
Then, there is something else. Something more than love. It is the simple, easy fashion in which the movie makes you count your blessings and be thankful for what you have in life at the moment.
Be your own kind of beautiful.
For your beauty was envisioned by the Gods,
And not fantasized by the mortals!
If you’ve read The Time Traveler’s Wife then you’ve probably heard of Audrey Niffenegger. Her Fearful Symmetry is Audrey’s second book and no, its not like her first. For one thing, it has ghosts. Yes it does. Not the spooky kind that gives you goosebumps but the friendly ones that play scrabble with you on the Ouija.
But Her Fearful Symmetry is not just about ghosts. And that is what makes it different. It is about human relations, about how they are perceived in different points of life, about how you fight to get back what is yours and about love. And it is in this perception of human relations that it is similar to The Time Traveler’s Wife.
I wouldn’t say it is an amazing read. But it is worth your time. And it can make you count the little blessings you have in the form of siblings.
Because it is said right that to love is to be vulnerable!
It has taught me not to isolate yourself when hurt.
Not to build iron bars around your heart to prevent it from breaking.
Because a heart that cannot be hurt;
Cannot be loved either.
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The first time I spotted her,
When summer had started to stir,
Was beneath azure skies
And amidst everything nice.
She had a friendly air,
And some buragandy hair;
Never ravishing but simply plain,
And hands drained in henna stain.
But her eyes were deep like an abysmal hole;
And within those eyes as dark as coal,
I spotted pain and stark denial,
Fear of touch and revival.
PS : The poem is inspired from the novel Nampally Road by Meena Alexander and the occurances of The Emergency.
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She looked down at her shimmering gown. It looked fine. Even pretty. Slowly, she adjusted the mask on her face. She wanted to feel like a princess from some fairytale but couldn’t. No, she wasn’t the innocent girl right out of stories. She was a freak who sold her body to earn money.
And then she looked over at him. He stood there wearing a mask but easily recognizable. Everyone knew him and women flocked around him hanging on his every word. Many would know her too. At least half the men in this room had cheated on wives and girlfriends to sleep with her. But the mask would do enough to conceal her identity. Nobody cared for her. For them, she was a faceless young body.
She knew he had come towards her only after he touched her hands. And she knew he was planning a dance only after taking the first few steps. As she moved with him trying desperately to match his grace, she could feel the fire of all the eyes on her. Disappointed eyes, greedy eyes, lustful eyes. But all she cared for was the slight warmth of his touch on her shoulders and tiny waist.
Oh, how she wished this would go on forever. How she wished this would be the happy ending were the two of them would live happily ever after. But it wouldn’t be. Tommorow, he would be presiding over some board meeting. And she would be back on her street trying to woo men into having sex with her.
‘But, I shall have this dance!’
New beginnings are often disguised as painful endings ~ Lao Tzu
What can I say about change? Hmm… Nope, I can’t think of anything expect that I frigging hate it. Yes I do. I’m a big admirer of status quo.And trust me, I know a whole lot of my readers are too.
But as science has smartly put it, ‘change is inevitable’ (let’s avoid the physical change, chemical change bit for the time being!! 😛 ) And acceptance of change is hence inevitable. One fine morning you might find yourself in a new school, new college, new neighborhood, new relationship and what not. It might have succeeded something pretty amazing that you didn’t want to end. It might have caused you to leave behind something that meant the world to you. Or might simply not be the beginning that you envisioned. This is where Lao Tzu and his smart words come in.
The ending that you’ve gone through was painful. I know it broke your hear to give up on something or someone that meant so much to you. And I know you despise this change. But, hang in there. You deserve something exciting every once in a while, irrespective of whether it is disguised as a painful ending. You deserve the growth that change offers. You totally deserve it.
So the next time you feel that a beginning has upturned your entire life and has resulted in sheer chaos, understand the beauty of the situation. The beauty of spontaneity. And finally, I know we can live through it. We are all one of a kind!! ❤