Unwinding Heart

Hellooooo, people. Today's write-up is going to be for the young people, especially. But, as we, you and me, at this age as well, ain't doing as fine as we thought we would, this might be for you too.  Let's begin with a sweet quote:- "Night air, good conversation, and a sky full of stars can heal almost any wound." ~Beau Taplin, Remedy We all are struggling, ain't we? Some of us less and some of us more. But, we are. What do we crave the most? A person to talk to? Someone who would just listen? Quality time with ourselves? An off-day? A few moments with someone you're missing a lot? The pending meetups you've been planning for months --or even years?  At the end of the day, all we want is peace.  How do you achieve that peace is the question you should be looking the answer to. It needn't be one answer. It needn't be the answer that would give you peace. wait, what did i say? let me unwrap this layered sentence So, suppose you're with this...

Hellooooo, people. We all have heard that parents get to know when their child is in love or more specifically, mothers get to know their daughter is in love and fathers their son. But, if that’s true, then how do they not know when child is suffering? Oh yeah, hold on. They just don’t come forward with that revelation. They've to immediately stop a teenager for committing the sin of being in love but stopping the suffering isn't urgent so they let it be. PS: I ain't writing the terms like "Indian middle class parents" or "Asian families" or "Brown people" and so on. You'd know which specific category of people I'm talking about by just the terms "few" and "some". Some – or say most of the – parents have their way of saying sorry in the phrases like, “I made your favorite dish”, “Come on, let’s go for a walk”, “I got you chocolates” and so on. But do we ever get to know what are they sorry for? I don’t think so. And,...

Hellooooo, people. What's the type of this blog? Topic-not-decided-yet type. as in, not decided at this exact moment when i'm "writing" this statement So, here I am. Just to talk to you. We all have been at a stage where we want someone to listen. No advices, nothing. Just a pair of ears to listen. But, have you recently (or ever) felt like you want someone who speaks to you? Do you feel that you wanna be a listener but not to their issues but to something that revolves around YOU? For example: If you're given a choice, right now, to choose between:- a) Someone is going to tell you about what's going on in their life. You don't have to reply in advices or even reactions. You just have to listen and can choose to walk away at your will, without having to hurt the speaker. b) Someone is going to tell you about things which ain't specific to their or anyone's life, for that matter. But things about feelings or moments we all deal with, in general? The...

Hellooooo, people. This is the kind of blog which comes under the category i-know-what-i-am-going-to-write-about type. Before that, it's 4k+ views on this Unwinding Heart blog. So, congratulations to y'all and me.  ofcourse, i'll congratulate you, afterall it's you who read special thanks to the people who come back to my write-ups 'cause they've their 'favourites' here The thought I've come up with, has been revolving in my head for more than weeks now and I've absolutely no idea if it's just a rare one or you all have thought about it some or the other time. There is a quote which goes along the lines that if an artist falls in love with you, they make you immortal. Through their art. I second to that. I've already made a few people immortal in my art and probably in your eyes too. still too many to make Has anyone ever thought about the person who becomes immortal? From their point of view? I was thinking about that. And, damn. The w...

Hellooooo, people. Today's topic is the word incomplete. yes, i made a whole topic out of that single word Let's just take a moment to simply breathe. Inhale. Hold. Five, four, three, two, one. Exhale. hasn't it been a long time since you took a minute just to breathe? I had the last three days very unproductive. Didn't do anything at all even though I had a long list of the things I had to. This is the night of the third day. I just spent a good long minute to analyze how many works I've to do and one of the realizations is: everything in this list is something I'd started and was left incomplete due to some xyz reason. There's not even a single thing which needed a fresh start. no idea whether you relate to this or not Another realization is: this list is more or less same as it was a week before or even a month before.  It just hit me that even if the situations of my life went in different directions, I still have the more or less same/similar things to ...

Hellooooo, people. Happy New Year, yayyyy. It's 2023! uh, what happened? Am I late? I don't think so. It's still 2023. oh, you've lost your enthusiasm? already? Last time, I wrote the new year write-up on 1st Jan -- the only odd date I've posted on -- and told you about " So What It's The New Year? " This time, I thought to let you enjoy the way you do your new years and knock when you get used to this year. Just to remind you that this is a NEW year; you might have wanted to change a few things and remove a few too. So, consider this as a reminder of the feels you had on modifying you and your life. Coming to today's topic. that wasn't today's topic; ain't gonna lecture you, hehe Today's topic is neither the one which I was asked to nor the one someone induced in my mind. This is the write-up which I wanted to write. Things which I wanna tell you. I've an announcement to make, that is, I'm working on a novel. there, i said ...

Hellooooo, people. At this point of writing these blogs, I guess, I can tell you the type of blog it is. Not the topic -- you've already read it in the title -- but the type like:- It's the i don't know what is this gonna be about type, or, i know exactly where i'm taking this type, or, i wanna pour my heart type, or, let's wrap this write-up in love type. This one is the type: i wanna put a write-up you didn't know you wanted/needed to read. Let's begin. Good morning, people. You wake up with a spectrum of feelings; them depending upon the time you woke up, the feeling you slept with, the day you've had yesterday, the moments you're gonna have. Getting up from bed, sometimes is effortless and sometimes -- saying it with a heavy sigh -- terrible. Going where you're going -- either outside home or back at your bed -- sometimes feels exciting and sometimes boring. You get to another part of the day where you've forgotten how much you wanted...