Seven Days B&W Pictures: Day#5

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Seven days. Seven black and white photos of your life. No people. No explanation. Challenge someone new each day.

Hello Abby (Little Stories), you are welcome to try the challenge if you wish! 🙂

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Seven Days B&W Pictures: DAY#2- Solitude

Somedays, silence and solitude is all we need ❤

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Seven days. Seven black and white photos of your life. No people. No explanation. Challenge someone new each day.

Hello Sherina, SherniaSpeaks, you are welcome to try the challenge if you wish!

Seven Days B&W Pictures: DAY#1 – SPLASH

Okay, this is new! I got nominated for this photo challenge by Riya (check out her blog, she’s really talented!). I don’t usually take up any challenges but this sounds fun. Also, I’ll get to share a few pictures with you all. That means a little break from my routine.

Here are the rules-

“Seven Days. Seven Black and White Photos of my Life challenge presented by Moushmi Radhanpara. No People. No Explanation. Challenge Someone New Each Day. “

P.S. It’s hard to make me follow rules so I might add a few lines(sorry!) 😀

Here’s the first one-

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Little drops trickling down the pane,

they need to stay sane.

One drop adding to the other,

growing in abundance.

Sharing hurt and pain,

they mix and sink in silence.

 

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Sibelius Russell @ Consolations Many Form Blog
Sarah @ Mother of Serendipity
Juliette Kings @ Vampire Maman
Lindsay @ The Flynnigans Blog 
Emily @ Zombie Flamingos Blog 
Carolyn R Owens @ Infinity Coaching Leadership Blog
Kitty Litterbox @ Litterbox Riot Blog 
Erica @ The Broken Spine Blog 
Erica @ The Ink Slinger Blog 
Charlene @ The Illusion Of Controlled Chaos Blog 
Sahara @ I Didn’t Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving Blog
Briton @ Punk Rock Papa Blog
Kim @ Drunk On Life Blog 
David Ellis @ TooFullToWrite Blog

We are all desperate for something

At the restaurant this afternoon, a  little girl was sitting on the adjacent table. Carefully observing me as I play with my food, I caught her staring and smiled at her instantly and she returned the sweetest smile, hesitation free. She was adorable. Her mom watched her smile at me and her lips curved into a smile. Then I got back to eating and they got back to ordering their food and discussing school.

It is simple, life is simple. I thought about the little wordless encounter and it made me smile to myself. It was regular. Two people exchanging a genuine smile for no reason.

Why did I smile at her? Why did she smile back? What made her mother smile? It was nothing, we exchanged energy I would say. Positive energy.

People are strange. Capable of drastic things…we can start wars and hurt people badly. We can do horrible things..destroy nature, plant bombs…kill people and not give a damn about any of it. We are capable of destruction and all sorts of bad things and then we are capable of all things good. The funny thing is, destruction takes so much more effort yet we are ready to give all that in. Goodness comes from all things simple; things that require minimal effort. Yet we are willing to spread destruction, I say this because of the current state of the world. Switch on the news and there’s hurt and destruction all around. Sometimes, I don’t feel like hearing to any of it. It’s heartbreaking but I know turning a blind eye won’t alter reality.

Something as little as smiling at someone is perceived as an act of warmth and kindness. We have always heard of it- ‘smiling at strangers’. We’re communicating without words. We communicate kindness and love; radiate positive energy. See the thing is, I feel vibes are real; you do get different vibes from different people. There are people you would smile at without a hint of hesitation and then there are people otherwise. It is not about how they appear or how they dress, it is something more, something deeper than just appearances. If you can feel it, it’s all in the energy. I do not completely understand how the concept of energy and vibes works but I feel it is real. I’ve felt it and I’ll say that it is rarely wrong.

This is just ranter. I am not trying to make a point, we do what we do. The thing is it is in the most subtle and everyday kind of things that people touch us with kindness, it requires no effort.

This brings me to another thought; we have always heard that the things that are in our nature rarely require effort. They come to us naturally. I’ll hold on to this thought cause it is such a nice one.

Goodness is innate to human nature.

We were all truly kind and loving creatures, our circumstances make us bitter. They make us do things we would not approve of in our right minds. Sometimes we are strong, we do not let pain and misery grow on our kind hearts while other times, we become bitter. Our threshold varies depending on the impact of pain and we can’t judge one another for being who we are and the things we do unless we’ve seen it all for real. Hurt and pain transform us, it either brings one closer to oneself or it tears one apart. We do not react to pain in a similar way. We are countless beings on this earth and no two people are completely alike.

My thoughts are mixed this very moment; unable to focus on one point. Cause there is so much to wonder about. Some might feel I am desperate to find goodness and love and kindness. All things good and warm but the world is not like that. To that, I would say, better be desperate to find good than to find misery and pain. Isn’t it? I guess one day or the other, you find what you’ve been looking for.

So, yes! I am desperate. Desperate to find goodness in this world of misery.

I’ll keep ranting about what moves me. Today a smile moved me tomorrow it might be something/someone else. I am ready to deal with what I feel. Like you, I have my demons; the ugly side. Where I want to hurt people like they have hurt me and I have hurt people who treated me with kindness. I feel sorry for the times I’ve re-payed love with a cold heart and indifference. I am sorry for it but I’ve learned that I should not judge myself for being that person sometimes. Neither should you. We are people; human. We can’t always be right or in sync with the definition of good that others believe in.

Life will keep moving, things will keep happening and we will keep looking for love and kindness. It transforms us just like pain does. It makes us want to return that goodness to the world.

So yes, be desperate for the better. Who knows if you are desperate enough you might bump into what you are looking for. Like Paulo said in The Alchemist

“When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.”

Go ahead, ask for love and kindness, for yourself and for others.

 

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Sharing is caring! Check out some of these cool blogs, they are participating in Nano PoBlano17:
Ghost @ Teleportingweena
Sibelius Russell @ Consolations Many Form Blog
Sarah @ Mother of Serendipity
Juliette Kings @ Vampire Maman
Lindsay @ The Flynnigans Blog 
Emily @ Zombie Flamingos Blog 
Carolyn R Owens @ Infinity Coaching Leadership Blog
Kitty Litterbox @ Litterbox Riot Blog 
Erica @ The Broken Spine Blog 
Erica @ The Ink Slinger Blog 
Charlene @ The Illusion Of Controlled Chaos Blog 
Sahara @ I Didn’t Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving Blog
Briton @ Punk Rock Papa Blog
Kim @ Drunk On Life Blog 
David Ellis @ TooFullToWrite Blog

Life is Vanilla

Lacking a bit of inspiration, I headed to the Daily post today. Looking for a prompt or maybe a photo challenge.  The Weekly photo challenge  said – Pedestrian.

I am not much of a photographer but I like taking pictures. So I’ll give this post an appropriate image for the sake of it but what really popped into my head upon reading the word was my own blog- Vanilla with Sprinkles.

Vanilla is regular, ordinary….kind of Pedestrian.

The title holds a deep significance for me and  I’m really attached to it. As a little girl, when I started writing I told myself that my first book will be one named ‘Vanilla with Sprinkles’ and I was so proud for coming up with this name. Unfortunately I haven’t written any books yet. In the process of searching for a name for my blog, I hopped from one idea to another and nothing quite made sense to me. Anyway, I put up a random name and started writing. Each time I looked at my blog I wanted to call it something else. Then one fine day, reading through my old diary I stumbled upon the desires of my past and there it was – VANILLA WITH SPRINKLES! Along with a rough plot starting for my so-called book. I read through the 4 page plot and smiled at myself, to be true…it was pretty lame. Then, I stared at the title, neatly written in bold with a colored pen and I knew right then what I had to do.

My blog, is my very first writing venture. This is something that has always kept my hopes of becoming a writer alive. I may not have attempted a book yet but I always find the time to keep my blog alive and that means a lot to me. I go back and read my old posts sometimes and it makes me realize how my writing has changed and grown along with me. I am way more honest and carefree today than I was back then. Being honest with my writings has brought me so much of peace and it renders essence to what I put down.

Getting back to vanilla, I love the phrase cause it is honest and raw…that is what life is; Life is Vanilla with a shower of different sprinkles;

A smile, a tight hug, a happy tear, a glimpse of hopeful sadness…

A good book, the fragrance of freshly brewed coffee, an afternoon nap…

The crunch of leaves beneath your foot, an old song, crackling of fire wood and crashing of sea waves…

Plain old vanilla is just fine…and then you have such a wide variety of sprinkles to add that finishing touch 🙂

The girl on the bus ♥️

She sits by my side on the bed…a puppet in her hand, gazing at the screen. Her chocolate brown hair a mess and her voice happy like a child. Oh that smile! God! I have always adored it, the warmth it brings into my life is unparalleled. I know how I would turn the earth around for that one smile.

There is a girl, a wild one. She is free like the wind yet restrained by her will. She carries oceans and storms within her soul, you can’t just tame that spirit…it’s fierce, beautifully fierce. When you stare into her eyes you can’t look for long…they are deep and they speak volumes. It takes a heap of strength to look her in the eye, those eyes are all knowing. She will take you places and you’ll together make everywhere a home. You will wander, you will be lost but when you close your eyes and turn by your side…you’ll feel her warmth. She will sing melodies and you will never in your life be willing to listen to any other voice. Her voice resonates and reaches for you. She is strength and courage, love and hope, tune and melody. She is a healer…so if you are lucky enough…she will reach for your hand or maybe ask you to share your music with her. Take that hand…share that song cause some people are once in a lifetime. They are precious and once they touch your life it’s never the same again.

She changed mine. I found her on a bus five years ago….I shared a song with her and all my life thereafter♥️

My time at the cafe

Do you have a Happy Place?

Recently I was exchanging comments with a fellow blogger about places and what they are like. It made me think about my time at the Cafe.

Yes, it’s THE Cafe! I go there alone, usually to write. Sometimes to think or to read.

The place is old and a little worn out. The sign sometimes tilts a little and the corner light occasionally flickers. I know the music, what song will play next; I know the playlist by-heart. The guy at the counter knows that I like my water cold and my latte plain- no cream, no syrup. The second tile near the counter creaks; I deliberately step on it each time so that I can listen to the sound of it. The tree outside is a beautiful one, with it branches low. Autumn turns its leaves orange and yellow and the wind russtles lightly through it. I have seen it endure some storms too. After around four in the evening, the sun peeks at me through its netted branches. I always look up at it from my spot (Oh, I forgot to tell you about my spot, the second sofa to the right of the door and another one to the left, if ever my spot is occupied). 

Most of the days, a man visits the cafe. He sits on the table that is diagonally across me outside the door- always. 

He sits down and places his keys plus a pack of cigarettes side by side at the corner of the table- always. 

Then looks up at me and waves with a bright smile on his face- ALWAYS. 

And always, I wave back 🙂

Somedays he keeps looking at his phone or he reads the newspaper. I don’t know his name still I’d like to call him my friend. Because there have been days when I was thinking and writing about something really sad but then he comes along and smiles at me in such a warm way that my mood lifts a little. He does not know this but he is one of the reasons that make my time at the cafe so peaceful. I’d like to talk to him someday or maybe not.

This place is good for my soul, I fathomed. When I am here I think better, clearer ; It is like my mind palace. When I am not writing anything, I just look out of the window at things, people. The simplest of things like the wasp buzzing outside the pane or the froth in my coffee slowly dying – seem to be interesting. Even though I am alone, I feel at peace with myself and my place in this universe. Looking at the lights passing by, things seem to slow down- like I am sitting there, cozy all by myself and everything passes by in such blinding speed that I can feel my breath; pulse twitching on my wrist. Yes, I exist and I am at peace.

This cafe has given me so many stories, feelings, memories and smiles. I’ve filled diaries here, written some beautiful lines, read wonderful books; I have thought about people, forgiveness, hatered, love, gratitude.

I am so thankful that this cafe exists.
I think everyone deserves a place like this!

A Moment’s Sillage

Transient; always reminds me of another word- ‘Sillage‘.  It’s French, I suppose.

Sillage; The lingering of scent.

I like to inherit it in a more general sense. ‘A moment’s sillage‘ ; that is meant to diffuse and vanish. Like the lingering beauty of fireworks after they disappear from the dark inked sky leaving behind specks of fire that still crackle a little while you keep staring at the sky with wonder and beauty your eyes.

Transient has the same effect. You have this beautiful moment before your eyes and you know in that very moment, that it is determined to fade away. The beauty of it however, lingers around after it vanishes.

I’m no photographer but I like taking pictures. Every picture in a way is an evidence of how transitory life really is. Every moment is a fleeting moment. It is here and then it goes away just like that,..without you even noticing it. It just goes by moment after moment. Here are some of the best transient memories from my pocket-

Dear Someone (#3)

Dear Someone,

Today was strange. I woke up a little different.

Last night I slept on a different side of my bed, hoping I would get up a different person…I am not sure if that’s the reason I feel bizarre today.

I got up and I ran 3.5 km with music blasting in my head. I saw an adorable dog on my way back and I stopped and petted him for a while; his name was Bolton. I looked up at his owner and wondered why he would name such a sweetheart Bolton…out of all the possible names on this Earth. Later I laughed at it again because it wasn’t actually such a terrible name after all; Bolton got me thinking about Ramsay Bolton somehow. I thought about Duke and Lucy and how I miss them so much. Then a random Instagram post popped up in my head-

After, I felt a little better and smiled to myself. Also, I skipped my breakfast today instead added ten extra minutes of music and crazy dancing. Then hogged over lunch like anything.

I’m trying to work on myself; smile more, show more kindness to others and self; do what makes me feel positive about my life. Let’s see how it goes (fingers crossed).

Hope you are thinking about your life and smiling by yourself this very moment 🙂

Sending you much of love,

The Other Someone.

Dear Someone (#2)

Dear Someone,

Hope you are doing fine.

I have been away from my usual routine for a while now. Life has been different. Not the good kind of different though.

I saw this little pup the other day…roadside near a vehicle repair shop. It was a everything-is-screaming type of day. Wind howling, trees swaying to an extent like they would all break and die. The sky dark and darker every minute. Clouds closing in as if they’ve eaten up the light. A dark grey sheet above the world. On a general note, I am in love with storms, they render a sense of peace. However, this one was different, everything was negative about it. Back to the pup, it was a tiny one. Probably just a few months old. I looked at him…my hair all wild and full of dust. It was trying to sneek behind a big tyre resting against the wall. It shreiked and sneeked behind it, probably pretty scared of me. Away from the wind and the world. It slowly adjusted and found solace behind the tyre. Unable to see the world. The storm. The gaint scary human. Trying to sleep and let the storm pass. 

Later, I couldn’t sleep that night. I would close my eyes and see that little pup tucked behind the tyre, eyes shut tight.

I want to do the same. 

Find my safe and just close my eyes.

We all want that sometimes, when the storms are so scary. 

Have you found your safe place? I hope you have.

Sending you love.

The Other Someone.