My Piece for the day

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...