It has been three years since I started off this blog. This blog has been a place where I posted anything and everything, to be honest. I was in love and new to writing when I started this off. And let me tell you that now when I reviewed all of my posts, I don’t like most of them because they were just random stuff without any craft. My writings were raw and childish with less of profound use of language. It was particularly, a diary made public and when I realised my folly, I stopped posting altogether. I remember posting 4 to 5 pieces in a single day and then not posting for months, I have also realised the repetition in content and lack of new experiments and freshness with the art of writing. So I decided to read more, discuss more, learn more and write less but do good quality writing. I wished to delete this blog entirely and start a new one but then I would not do so because it is one of the only things I started on my own and I have actually learnt a lot. This blog if I judge it today was a total failure but one of my favourite quotes is “Success comes from experience and experience comes from bad experiences.” by Sandeep Maheshwari who is my all time crush and a role model. This blog has a part of me residing here on WordPress. And I am happy about its existence. It’s been three years and I have grown emotionally and mentally and in order to keep growing we all must stop once in a while and look back and see how far we have come and set goals about how far we need to go.
“The woods are lovely dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep.”
I have always been fond of Robert Frost and Ruskin Bond, these are the authors and poets who define me and my choices in life. And it is only after reading so much more and learning so much more I realised there is so much left to read and learn. I happen to be blessed with extremely learned people in my life who enlighten me with their knowledge over a cup of coffee or taking a walk in Haus Khas village or just random evenings spent together at any place where there’s cheap food and coffee or “chai” because writing coffee or tea is too mainstream.
We, humans, are filled with colossal capabilities and beautiful minds and lovely soft beating hearts, but due to tough nature of life we are drying out and just existing with insecurities and identity crisis and are mostly figuring out life or just merely being there without being there. So today, someone you connect with on the metro because he/she is reading your favourite book and that book is recommending you the person. Just go up to them and ask them for a cup of coffee because great things can happen with just one cup of coffee. I met my soul sister like this. I saw her and it was friendship at first sight. I am 22 years old and I have never dated in my life, but I have been in love because I am a hopeless romantic who grew up with Disney Princess movies where Love will find a way and with SRK’s DDLJ and with Titanic where my heart will go on. And even in this post, I have flowed, I started off by reviewing this blog and talking about growing and ended up talking about love, well I believe when you have love in your heart you have everything you need to live life. And as per the 40th rule by Shams of Tabriz from 40 Rules of love, “A life without love is of no account. Don’t ask yourself what kind of love you should seek, spiritual or material, divine or mundane, Eastern or Western. Divisions only lead to more divisions. Love has no labels, no definitions. It is what it is, pure and simple. Love is the water of life. And a lover is a soul of fire! The universe turns differently when fire loves water.”
I often sit at coffee shops in the hope that I might meet the love of my life. Landon Pigg’s song “Falling in love at a coffee shop” is my romantic dream and when I will meet him there sitting in the coffee shop reading a book I would ask the waiter to go up to him with a note that will say
“Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster shells
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question …
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.”
and I will choose not to reveal my identity and let him figure out who it was?