Raven locks

There are stories that windowsill can say. Many stories...stories if love, stories of fear, stories of Anger, Stories of lust, Stories of longing, stories of mischievousness, stories of romance, stories of childhood, stories of adolescence, stories of adulthood and old age..and then the never ending anticipation to embrace eternity through the steel bars of the windows that lets in last streaks of sunlight. The dust caught up on the glasses would tell the story of the golden threshold of april.The mango showers that race down the window panes would tell the story of two lovers too caught up with each other in their moment of love cuddled up in a rainy evening.  Some other heavy monsoon that follows would roll down the memories of a lost childhood patiently waiting for the chocolate boxes of sweet nothings and promises that were made to be broken. These raindrops that roll down the spine of the windowsill would intermingle with each other to form a a large tear drop that would escap...

Body shaming is not just people commenting about your body ..either being fat or lean or thin or whatever right on your face. It is Body shaming when your family sugar coats you being 'healthy' and random people from your neighborhood commenting that your shitty mess food is glorious if you put on weight or pathetic if you lost some pounds. Either way there is no escape. It is your mother threatening to burn your favorite kurti that is just fit for you if you gonna wear it next time. It is your father telling you without telling that 'Oh!  This top? ....Mom wouldn't approve it's.. in turn you know very well who wouldn't want that.  Body shaming is when your cousins you meet after like a long time straight away pass a note on your 'plus size' existence without even enquiring about your studies or job or at least you are happy at you new place. Body shaming is when people just say 'Oh! You know what? This much weight is unnecessary,  you can loose some...

The term love comes with a question mark. What is it ? What is love to the lover and beloved? What is love to the one who is or has never loved? What is love to a child? What is love to love itself?..it is a beautiful illusion I would say..an enchanting illusion wrapped in the thought of longing and caring and not always is it mere physical but is a psychological meditation.  What one usually ponder upon is not on love but the mere thought...the 'concept' of love and to be loved. In fact all of us exist on the template of this notion. Many would say first love is beautiful-enchanting- tempting so on and so forth. Of course it is..but whom does it come from??? Your lover? Then who is your lover! Every other being in this universe are lovers, not necessary that they are to be romantically involved. Two people who hate each other ardently are lovers ... they engender on the thought of hatred. There is love even there. Love is passionate ..its more than a single emotion ..it is a t...

Sunshine is not merely glaring light that seeps in through the canopy. When I say sunshine that can indicate a person. It can indicate an event. It can even denote a feeling.  A sort of longing. Sunshine can be the warmth of a hug. Sunshine can be that person who adds colour and light to your life . I have a carton box full of sunshines in my life. They light up and lightens up my mood. They add hope to my life like the supreme sunshine of my world and Universe. A faint smile can brighten up someone's day. That smile is a sunshine. The softness of a cute puppy is my sunshine.  The fact that I love myself for who I am adds light to my existence.Likewise everyone must find their sunshine.  First in themselves and then in others. Because you are important and your presence matter in this world.