Strangers

I like strangers, I really do..

they know not my fears or my waterloo..

I can be who I like with them, a painter, a baker even from the parliament

I can be happy and victorious.. my defeats are my secrets alone..

Some scars fade with time, some never really go away..

but with strangers all scars of all kinds are never really there..

they don't pull you down when youre trying to recover, nor do they offer a helping hand when none is required.. 

They take you for who you say you are and what you do..

Its believed that sharing helps reduce pain.. I feel differently.. I feel sharing never lets you forget the pain.. 

that's why I like strangers.. I really do

they know not my fears or my waterloo.

In Search

Blog 1

Another day comes to a close. Another 24 hours of hope, dissapointment, comfort and new goals to be set. The promise of a new morning and the determination at the close of yet another day... The constant fight with oneself to be "someone" and not "another" one and sometimes the joy of knowing you're almost there and sometimes knowing that you're not anywhere close.

In the movie Eat Pray Love, over a delicious meal in Italy a group of friends decide to describe their lives with one word. One word which represents their current state of being, the place they are in or simply how they feel. My word for myself is SEARCHING. Im in a state of search.. in search of a road, in search of a path, in search of peace, comfort, bliss and in search of home. There can be little else more discomforting than looking into a mirror and not recognising oneself. Not being able to see what one stands for, is moving towards or simply not being able to relate to the reflection and what could be worse than not being able to change that?

No, Im not depressed or lonely or lost.... I'm simply in search and in this search I know i need no company. Frances was in search of hope when she moved to Tuscany and bought Bramasole ( the house), Elizabeth was in search of respect and regard in love and in her relationships, Marianne was in search of heart wrenching true love, Bridget was in search of her happy ending, Carrie was in search of love, Julie was in search of her identity, Sophie was in search of her beliefs and in my search for myself I met these wonderful women.

These women have now become an essential part of my life and overtime I feel low or a little in need for inspiration I go back to them for love, inspiration and some girly advice.

The returning blog

Its been almost a year since I last blogged. A lot has happened since then and well it would be quite difficult to pen down all the thoughts I have had since then although it would be quite easy to list down the events. For once I am not keen to list down the events as the list contains a loss I would rather forget than remember. However since the loss, I find myself quite at sea.

Once the pain leaves and life goes on with slight references to the pain, one is usually left with a lot of vacuum and anxiety. Vacuum as suddenly quite a few pages in the book become blank and one is expected to fill them in and anxious cause one may not always know what to fill the pages with. I am quite at that stage where I find that there are countable number of people I want to speak with or share my space with and there is a lot of time I would like to utilise to create something of my own.

Off lately I seem to be going NUTS trying to figure out how to create my own thing in this world. Off all the talents and interests that exist I am fond of movies and writing and reading which comes third with occasional painting when the heart sees fit. I enjoy travelling and seeing new things and experiencing new cultures and discovering that little niche that suits my temperament. of course its easier to do this when one is alone, it becomes a little complicated when one is married and well a little lost with trying to balance all these relationships out.

However, since I sense that my craziness to fill the vacuum is driving others seemingly crazy I decided to do something about it.. Im going to start a 21 day project. Its commonly believed that it takes 21 days to develop a habit and my aim is to write for 21 days regularly to find the writer in me. I also want to develop the patience and flow of thought that is required to write and well of course discover my thoughts and indulge myself a little.

So for the coming 21 days, I am going to write about 21 people/stories/situations that have inspired me and Im going to energise my soul.

So here's to the next 21 days!