With patience things get better.

  The ground under your feet was broken, your heart was hurting & it seemed like you will never grow out of it. you tell yourself that pain remains forever & the scars that they leave will always come to haunt you. you tell yourself that nothing ever really changes & you find comfort in those words because you are too afraid to be disappointed again, A few months pass & it's summer already. you find yourself in your mother's home eating tomato bruschetta for breakfast & your mother looks at you in surprise & says "you hated tomato with a burning desire. I was surprised & when you asked this for breakfast", & you chuckle & wonder If you really hated it. when you go out for a walk, you think about all the things you liked & disliked. you remember how your knees aches when your father took you for cycling on the hills & you threw a fit every morning before going with him. these days, all you do is wake up early & go for a s...

Suddenly you're twenty-two, or maybe younger, or older & even though two years ago you swore to yourself that you'll forget the people who didn't give you closure before, you still find yourself crying over guys who didn't deserve a single tear in your eyes. you still had a hard time letting go of those who got on with their lives without you which broke your heart in the process. sometimes, you find yourself frozen in time & reliving all the memories that still haunt & shred your soul up to date about those who never shed a tear when they broke you even when they vowed they'd catch you in your fall but never did. & you, wishing you were enough. but then, a year later, on an ordinary august Tuesday, closure arrived in a way you never could have predicted. picking up some items in the second to the last aisle in the grocery store, you saw all the familiarity that came crashing down to you, the person who broke your heart once. & you smiled, maybe ...

1 & as I see you beside me, I wonder why life makes soo much sense with having you around.  When I first met you, for the first time in my life, I had not been looking for anyone, for the first time, I was happily single & meant it. I had kept love to the side having been burnt too many times. But the day I first saw you, I knew I was in love. hopelessly & irrevocably in love. I do not know how or why or anything. the question didn't matter when I knew the answer to all of them. & you questioned, oh lord, how badly you questioned. & for all of them, I had & have the same response, I love you, do not ask me how, I love everything about you, even the parts I do not like, I love. Maybe it was because, for the first time in my life, I found a boy who could stand at the conjunction of tradition & modernism toe to toe with me. maybe it was because we both knew life would be better with each other but neither of us needed the other. or maybe, just maybe, it was...

    When i was a child, i couldn't stop thinking about becoming an adult. why, i don't know. i try to tell myself that it could be because of the hope shimmering inside, telling me that i could do anything i want once i grow up. i could eat as many ice creams i wanted, i could talk to anyone, i liked. i could spend every single night watching TV, i could spend money like it wasnt mine....ugh, this list could go on forever. the point is, i was always wanting to be with the wind, indispensable but ever on the move. & for some reasons, i believed that it would be possible if i became adult, friends or no friends, my world was always lit. i have lost count of the nights i spent without a blink of sleep, because i was too excited waiting for my own birthday. i just.....i just like being me. & when i became an adult, i wanted to tell the world that. I am a different person today, neck deep into adulthood. i now have everything that my younger self wanted. if i may, the ...

  Dear younger self, I don't have much to tell you. you are not listening kind, anyway. so, I would spare you all the lectures about how you need to dream big, work hard, earn money & be successful in life. I am here to tell you the opposite. you do not have to slog your way into adulthood. no, please. don't do that. you are good enough just the way you are, so good in fact, you don't need the screwed-up adult version to tell you otherwise.  &, the guy you want to date so badly now? go for it. don't look for a warning here. I am not going to tell you who you will end up with. because this way, you will make more space for freedom than regrets. you will make more space for kindness than love. there is no guarantee that people will not leave. they will. sometimes you will leave them too. you will have different choices to make, each of them coming with consequences of their own. you are only responsible for the ones you make. we are just people. people change. all...

WHEN people said that being loved is the most beautiful feeling in this world, I believed them. there is not a part of me that is not exhausted from carrying itself through the tunnel of time, waiting for that one person who loves me in ways I deserve to be.  & then one day you came along, it was easier to blame it all on destiny because neither of us knew what life had in store for us. i don't know what you saw in me. you told me new stories about forever's & said that yours is the kind of love that is undying. when you make me feel love in ways I didn't realize I could, being loved feels nothing close to all that I believed it would be.  To be on the receiving end of all that love is terrifying. when you have a heart that is broken more than once, you would know how useless it becomes even to try again.  You don't deserve a 'maybe' love. you don't deserve 'someday, I might love'. you should be with someone who not only knows that they need ...

  There are soo many kinds of bravery in this world, my mother said. the ones where you feel like a small ship sailing through the stormy ocean waves, & the ones where you dry your tears & keep charging ahead even when your knees give out. there are those kinds of bravery where you sacrifice your own self & the ones you love for something much bigger, & those where you decide to live with endless regrets & guilt just for the sake of a single moment. there are those too, where you almost give all your life, all the strength you have just to be little less hopeless, just to have a simple but comfortable life. But there is another kind of bravery, too. the kind that ask you to take a step back & breathe when everything gets too heavy. the kind that pats your head when you fall down & tells you that it is okay to be home again. the kind that only reminds you of being tender to yourself, of knowing that bravery doesn't always mean going on even when...