One Day in Time 

Time will translate this weakness into strength;
One day even the scars will be faded like old ink on old parchment;

The mind’s eye will soon see only blurred memories,

Memories relieved of their intensity, their stimulus,

Memories robbed of their sting, their power to hurt.
The sun will conquer every lonely, dark night;

The storm will die, the sky will clear.

Pain will tire of rearing its head, its fangs will not pierce, will not kill;

It’s strangling hold will break, it will be defeated in its purpose.

Broken hearts will mend, broken people will be made whole.
One day in time, we will be set free. 


Of Marriage and a Man

Down the lane of the future, I contemplate that walk of a lifetime down the aisle, clad in a pristine snow-colored gown with a coronet encircling my mane and my face veiled from the view of him whom my eyes are yet to fall upon and my heart is yet to love.

My friend once asked me if I was interested in marriage because the word never rolled off my tongue. And I told her, “Of course I am- just at the right time with the right man.”

I’m sixteen and the day I wed seems like it’s light years away, but nevertheless, every lass still fantasizes about what her Prince Charming might be. As for me, I have a checklist too, and I just hope he ticks all the boxes.

I’ve never fallen in love before, but when Heaven intersects my path with his, I want to fall in love every single day in every single way. Sometimes people look to the firmament to gaze at the stars, but to catch a glimpse of Heaven, I wish to look no further than his eyes.

He should be someone who enhances the spiritual context of love in my life- falling in love with The Author of Love more and more everyday while falling in love with him.

I don’t want our love to be encapsulated in a professional pre or post-nuptial framed snapshot, but rather, to be exuded when I am clad in the attire of the woman of the house. I want to feel the same tingles and accelerated heartbeats even when time sacks the elasticity of my skin and bleaches my hair.

I just hope he’ll be someone who will love me even when I can’t love myself, whose eyes will light up like a million light bulbs at the thought of me and who will be one with me at heart though we will be two separate bodies.

I want a man not only to wed and to bed, but to have and to hold from that day forward, in good times and in bad times, for better or for worse, in sickness and health, to love me and honor me all the days of my life.

And I will make him the same promise when that magical day dawns.

Remedies for Healing a Hurt Heart

There is that one feeling that cuts deeper than a razor-sharp scalpel- hurt. Hurt is a consequence of love- love that you gave but never received in the way you hoped to. There are ways of coping with the pain inflicted by love. These are my self-discovered therapeutic remedies to refrain from imploding or exploding, or in extreme cases, both…

  • Let your mouth speak for your heart

If talking to someone aids you to express your love, it will also serve you well to express your hurt. No matter how deranged this may sound, talking to yourself or an inanimate object is also remedial. But if you’re bent on speaking to a mortal in the flesh, select that person with as much care and caution you would reinforce while selecting your wedding gown. Never seek sympathy, rather, seek counsel, warmth and understanding.

  • Let your eyes water and be your own comforter

Crying is a means of purging oneself of the debris of accumulated hurt. Doing it in solitude is most preferential to me because when I’m hurt, I feel like I am my own comforter and that my own heart understands the reason behind my tears better than anyone else would. Somewhere I read that “clouds burst when they can’t withhold their contents any longer, and so it is with us.”

  • Allow time to be your doctor

Just like a physical wound requires time and treatment to heal, so does an emotional one. Never pick at a scar that has closed after much ado. But remember that time doesn’t relieve you of the weight you are bearing. It just accustoms you to carrying it.

  • Learn to accept

Once Doctor Time has accomplished his job, you will be in the phase of accepting your altered state of emotional affairs. Never expect to be skyrocketed to Planet Euphoria in no time. Recovering from the sting of heartbreak is equable with recovering from a malady. Remember that your heart might still be fragile and vulnerable, so do not dive headfirst (or heart-first without using your head) into the pool of pleasure because you aren’t going to know whether it will suck you in and spit you out in a mortifying condition or cause you to hit the solid bottom. Accept what has been and hope in what is yet to be.

  • Move ahead and move on

Never let the past remind you that you were weak and broken. Rather, let it be a reminder that you fought that interior battle and have emerged triumphantly. The past is irreversible and unchangeable, so leave it be. Let the past follow you, but let the present live in you as you live in it, and let the future lead you. Move ahead and move on. Hurt can last only as long as you allow it to.


One thought that has been lingering in my mind like a nimbus cloud over the earth: Do some people walk into your life just to walk out of it so suddenly?

There comes a point in a close-knit relationship when the person becomes imperative to your existence- where he/she becomes an indispensable part of you, without which, your wholeness would just be a fantasy.

The thought of separation is as dismal as the deed itself.

Having to do without someone who means the world to you is like having to do without a limb. It’s a sort of emotional paralysis, goodness knows whether benign or chronic.

There are so many metaphorical comparisons that can be drawn.

For instance, it’s like a tramp with one single lucky cent that he holds dear. When it’s snatched from him, he sinks into despair, not knowing what to do in the near future.

And the worst part of it is when they have a choice between staying and leaving, and they settle on the latter. No matter the sincerity of your pleas to remain, they choose to go their own separate way.

That parting moment is like watching the only light in your life slowly recede until you can see it no longer and you’re abandoned in an impenetrable darkness.

Imagine a piece of your heart tearing itself away. That’s what it’ll feel like.

That’s the pain of separation.

Love the Life You Live

“Living is the most beautiful part of life.” — Me

I’ve been disheartened with it, I’ve questioned the point of it, I’ve sometimes cursed it, but I was wrong to have done so. It’s taken me on some electrifying rides and sometimes I fell off, badly hurt, but not dead.

Such is the beauty and the priceless nature of life. It’s like this opus being filled everyday, one chapter at a time, such that when it’s been writ, the tome is a cocktail of genres.

Life is not a bed of roses; it’s not a bed of thorns either. It could be equated with a scintillating star that effulges so long as Fate wills it to.

Sometimes it’s more obfuscating than rocket science, sometimes it’s too plain to even think about. Maybe it gets jejune once in a while, but that’s just because we don’t pause a microsecond to ponder over the privilege of being able to live.

Merely existing is plain fatuous. You’ve got to live your life, because you’ve got only one and there’s no second chance. Life has so much of pulchritude, but your eyes must be willing to see it.

It’s a concoction with an array of tastes that include saccharine, pungent, acidulous or wersh.

Life is your personal teacher that sometimes teaches you through words, experiences, people inside it or meaningful silence.

Consider the fact that you are living today. That is because life had a lesson to teach you and there was a purpose for you waking up alive to this day.

Mae West said, “You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.”

India’s Internal Tussle

“Tolerance of intolerance is cowardice.” — Ayaan Hirsi Ali

There’s something special about the Indian Constitution. It’s the longest handwritten one in the world and the highlight, you ask? Its postulates are hardly ever adhered to.

An excerpt from the pledge is as follows:

“India is my country. All Indians are my BROTHERS and SISTERS… I LOVE MY COUNTRY… I shall give my parents, teachers and all elders RESPECT and treat everyone with COURTESY…”

Keeping that in mind, let’s visualize the happenings in New Delhi. Christians are protesting against vandalism and the police round them all up and pack them off to the cellars- like stray dogs causing a nuisance- to a shelter.

The texts prescribed for high school education gasconade the country’s policies of secularism, brotherly love and, above it all, tolerance.

Hyperbolized is the fact that this country has never waged a single external war in the history of its existence. That is just a veneer camouflaging the internal war that is highly alarming.

The soil of this country once ran red with the blood of the myriad martyrs who vowed and slogged for independence, coalescing peaceable people from every nook and cranny of the nation for a sole, selfless purpose. They freed India from the oppressive regency of the British, but we are yet to free this country from the tyranny of our very own. Ironical, isn’t it?

A country’s true glory lies not in being an economic superpower, a technology giant or a contender in the global market. Glory in its untainted form can be tasted only when the citizens of the country start loving and living as one though many.

So, dearest Indians, don’t just recite the pledge. Live up to it. And don’t just let people hear the words. Let them see you putting them into befitting actions.

Don’t bask in the glory of the past while not maintaining its standards in the present and hope for a radiant future.

Resolutions Experiencing Untimely Dissolution?

It is only verity that resolutions, promises, relationships and eggs have one thing in common- they can all be broken. And now that we’ve bidden farewell to the yesteryear, we have, perhaps, made none/one/a handful of resolutions; but resolutions are easy to make and easy to break and there’s no two ways about that.

If your resolutions are experiencing premature dissolution, you might get dispirited and cynical of yourself. Then, you might toss all your pledges for the nascent year into the trash can along with your other wasted hopes and futile endeavors.

But, on a more practical note, why do we await the transition of one year into another in order to ameliorate and restructure ourselves? Let me put it out there that I’m not big on the whole “New Year, New Me” notion.

You ask me why?

Here’s why- it’s because I believe that you don’t require the years/months/days/hours/seasons and so forth to change in order for you to do so. Why wait for some distant, propitious day to dawn when every moment of your life is a chance to become someone you should be or someone you never thought you could be?

Every second that turns one moment into another is just as special and magical as the second that changes one year into another. That second- that brief instant at any point of time- is an opportune time to change yourself from the person you are to the person you seek to be.

Never defer resolutions to a later date, because, that date isn’t guaranteed to you just on account of it being on the calendar.

I’ll wrap it up with a rousing statement by Robert J. Braathe: “I don’t believe in New Year Resolutions. I believe in new day or new hour resolutions.”