My Piece for the day

Even if many of us lacked far behind our notions of an ideal life, at least we had our sense of normalcy. While " TheNewNormal " hashtags long made their way to social media, lack of normalcy is already taking a silent toll behind the strong front we are trying to put up.  There is no denying the Covid threats, but it is also high time that we allow people to resume back to their routines with vaccination drives and stringent Covid protocols in place. Many of us have taken our own routes to deal with the pandemic effects, trying to hold our forts as strongly as we can.  But, it would be extremely naive to believe that the impact of pandemic is limited to our heightened procrastination levels and the current solace would not have isolation effects on our mental health. From lay-offs and financial stress to questionable corona degrees and no school for a year; everyone seems to be stuck with their own set of pandemic challenges without the usual support of friends a

"Sometimes, you feel an ineffable incompleteness in your soul. A constant that seems to have been lingering with you for the longest you can remember." As you grow, you try to learn gratitude, yet in the hearts of hearts, you can't escape your truth. We all act cool and learn to at least act maturely calm and keep our shit to ourselves but there are always times when that curve on your lips simply fail to relieve your heart.  Sometimes, you look around and all you can think of is how you wish for that normal you see all around, get back your piece and just complete your puzzle for once.  It's funny but sometimes you just want to leave it all and enjoy your life like everyone else. Yet the day you pause, there is this pressure that you are falling far behind.  Who thought, crisis of our gen would come in a microscopic coronavirus, throwing us to our demons and asking us to deal with it all. There are days you are just happy to be alive. On others, you just

Sometimes, all that you need is that one person who doesn't need your words. One who can acknowledge your ordinary struggles without judgement and boost your confidence on days, being your own cheerleader feels difficult.  If there has been one thing that has turned difficult by the year is that child-like courage to easily ask for somebody to just listen up. You suddenly turn too old to crib and complain and disturb their schedules. It's probably easier to be there for others and encourage them than to hold your own tears as you get struck.  Your calendar simply does not seem to have the time for your crying sessions sometimes (which, on second thoughts, is infact a great privelege). You try to put up a brave front but on the inside you are scared as shit and just racing against time each second. Your patience and strength can somehow betray when it comes to your own self. Sometimes, you don't need an ear to listen but a mind that can read between the lines. Ye

Lal Bahadur Shastri National Academy of Administration Your sight inspires me to endure some more Your neighbour evokes an inspirational envy Noone knows whose feet you shall welcome Yet, you are the " Madeena " to millions of us Days leading to you are testing and tough They seem to be testing every inch of my soul I guess, they too are trying their best To make us worthier to breathe your air I can't predict if our match is made in heaven But, you are the hope inspiring me these days Time alone shall tell if he has our better match But, can't see him wishing, "I had tried harder!"

With too much time to spend on the clock, my mind -- eyeing an excuse -- offcourse went roaming back in the forbidden lanes of the past, amidst the tales still healing from pain.   For most events, my dots do connect but maybe it's too early to number the same. A gentle reminder how I am best left in a tiring marathon. While I am definitely more aware than ever of my intentions and motivations; the journey itself is probably becoming an easing necessity. "What others see as a hustle is at times just an antidote at play." Until I am better equipped to truly let go of it all and before I am already too old for the same; I would rather just focus on my ambitions and take care of my dreams and deserving obligations.  Yes, books can still leave me sleepy when left in their company for too long. But, I guess I finally have my reasons to let them consume my whole. From the few things I had envisioned for myself; topping the list were dreams of a young and