Is this ecstasy?

She closed her eyes as she inhaled it's scent and smiled as she opened them. To let some weight off her shoulders, she tied her hair in a bun. She picked up bits of what remained, separated them carefully & rolled it all in a paper (best left uncrumpled). She then twisted both ends, tactfully, to lock it's contents. Her tact was magnificent yet simple, bold yet unadventurous. She had now sealed the secrets of her mind and decided to light them on fire. The fire seemed to have lit a small blob of light, which burnt brighter as she thought. Her thoughts surfaced each time the paper burnt, making mild crackling sounds that grew fainter as clouds of smoke were born. She was an artist and watched every silver lining as it pronounced itself to oblivion. 

Her mind was a raging fire & could mirror even a lion to a cat. Like the roaring thunder she could rise and fall to destroy every demon that meant to stop her. But she didn't flinch. She let the rain fall all over her, washing away every tear that was shed. She let her hair open to release the birds of myth born from droplets of water unlike the phoenix. 

It was a war. But none could see the slays & defeats. She would have normally decided to face it, but this time to decided to give in. She was hurt sometimes by her own beloved flaws, yet she stood there like a beautiful devastation. She was an unclaimed warrior, who realized the meaning of live from death and of triumphs from the failures of success. Her only fault being her commitment to a fault. She was now reborn as pure as the truth. Yet amidst all this she found herself at peace!   

                                    

                           

I am not a writer, anymore!

"I win, you lose!", Life sheepishly smiled at me! 

With karma on its side, Life had played its cards well. 

Last year was filled with craziness and reckless learning while it ended with lovely chapters of friendship, student life, shifting paradigms and with the letter 'a' of my laptop keypad not working! Then began this year, hinting years of responsibility that lie ahead and of a laptop that needed repair.  All this while life raced with me, sometimes running ahead of me, and at other times lacking the pace. I had decided to put my blinkers on, while she watched everything, wisely. When my blinkers came off this year, Life filled me up with so much that I was overwhelmed, to say the least. My Facebook notifications were overflowing with news of friends, near and dear getting married, celebrating their first kid's birthday and of expecting a second child, while there was the non-married clan who was achieving a lot through their start-ups or becoming sexy with their weight loss regime!  

Amidst all this, here I was trying to recollect where I had last met my social life and what post should I upload to regain my belief in my social existence. (If in case you're are wondering where Life was, it busy living!) I read and re-read my old blogs and wondered if I was the same person who had written them. Even with my blinkers I had picked up a lot of topics which I could have written about, but I just could not barge through the void. Life laughed relentlessly, every time I made a futile attempt to pen down something. Silly thoughts I tell ya, make my mind wander in as many directions as there can be!

This blog is my attempt to do what I love to do and to feel awesome about it. For some reasons, I love stories – stories which people share knowingly, unknowingly; stories which we live knowing, yet unknowingly. I love the inspiration that can be found, the relationships that can be built, the companionship that can be shared and the storytelling that can be told. I may not be a better writer today, but I sure have interesting stories to share.

So when my friends ask me today why don’t you write anymore, it makes me wonder whether I am a true blogger or even more whether I am a true writer. All I tell them then, is that I am not a writer anymore, I am just another story teller.