I am Beautiful

I have never felt as beautiful in my life as I do now. Not that I have lost weight or that my complexion has improved or have suddenly added something great to my wardrobe, but that I have grown to understand that this is me. 

This is me- the imperfect me. The unchangeable and the incorrigible me.

I know that I have made mistakes and accept now that I am never going stop making more (or repeating them, probably to be sure). I have accepted the fact that I am curvy and at the wrong places too, and that I am never gonna be like those skinny models who forcibly flash on your screen before YouTube let's u watch a video.

My wrinkles have engraved their signatures deep around my eyes before I could ever know which cream I should have used to avoid them in the first place. These are not scars but the memories of how many chances I have missed to feel beautiful when I could.

I know am growing ugly but this process is so beautifying. I know I am growing old but this phase is so strengthening. I know am losing all the shine but my life has never been so lustrously humor filled ever.

This process could have started with naive systems and may have a horrifying end but this is carving a permanent mark of nothing but sheer awesomeness in my persona.

Beauty is not a physical feature. Beauty is a realisation. Beauty is awareness of your ‘humanhood’ (I meant womanhood). Not in terms of just your body or relations like that of daughter/sister/wife or so call it quite like the Matrix theory...when you realize you haven't been living in a real world and suddenly you are a part of it! How do you explain that sudden realization!

As a girl,u r used to receiving stares on the road. And I must say that I had never been so much noticed as I am now. Probably I have just started to learn to notice myself now! 

P.S. 30 is a beautiful number..

Difference in Right and Wrong

The difference in Right and Wrong

Is only of the shadow..

When the Sun rises behind you, you can’t go Wrong

But you will not remain Right till the end of the day..

Reasonable Time

While studying Law, I had read the concept of “reasonable time”.

Reasonable time refers to the amount of time that is fairly required to do whatever is required to be done, conveniently under the permitted circumstances.

In layman’s language, reasonable time means a time devoted fairly as a bona fide participant in the activity and doing all that that a normal person will do in that situation.
So after the reasonable time has elapsed, you no longer need to pursue. You can, very conveniently, confidently, without any guilt, drop the ball. 

Reasonable Time.                                                          

I wonder if this legal terminology is applicable in life as well.

What's the reasonable time to wait for someone.. something to happen... or live in the fear of something that might happen.

What's the reasonable time to hope..after which you must leave it and move on.

What's the reasonable time to wait and watch things going out of your hands and nothing working out.

What's the reasonable time to fix about something that you think should grow in is natural course of time.

What’s the reasonable time given to understand a being/relation/process or time that you wait to see yourself becoming a part of it.

What's the reasonable time to forgive someone (forgetting included).

What’s the reasonable time to let go (a zillionth time)

What’s the reasonable time to start fresh and how many reasonable number of times should you repeat so.

What’s the reasonable time to give life before you surrender?

Disclaimer- The above pathetic negatively charged questions are a result of PMS. Readers are advised to be cautious at their end while applying their brains.

The Wheel

This is not struggle​. ​

This is something like entering a phase at the end of a prolonged struggle.

Surrender, may be. But not that fallible. 

A period in between having lived a life full of miracles and approaching towards an absolute miracle-free life.

When your trust in Trust-lessness grows stronger than your belief in existence. 

A strong acceptance of rejection. 

Unjustified, indescribable and unspecified.  

Probably defeat is not the opposite of victory. ​Hopelessness is. ​

When you feel that victory is a mirage and running after it just a process of which you are a part. When you realize that you have to mechanically follow what you desire for. And you must keep the engine o​n- both by desiring and chasing it. ​

What will happen next is not a surprise. You drift away equally from success and failure. 

But the wheel doesn't stop here. 

Sooner or later, you’ll pick up your pieces and start to run faster. 

Because you realise that you are not the wheel, but an item rolling in between the spokes trying to reach the axle. 

P.S. I didn't gamble. Any Resemblance to Macau or any of its casinos is Purely Coincidental. It just portrays a sh!tty moment that I am in.