The Telephone Call 

Recently I came across a very interestingly written short story by Dorothy Perkins. What might seem like a hopeless romantic rant in the beginning turns out to be quiete a journey in itself throughout the story. What’s interesting here is that the entire story is based on the protagonist awaiting her ex lovers call and all the thoughts (umpteen of them) and emotions she experiences in the wait. 

Commenting on the role of hope, patience, eagerness, self reflection, needs…the writer has expressed the  varying moods after the end of a romantic love affair in the most honest way. 

 

The One. Probably the Only. 

 

Yesterday I ran into a friend I hadn’t seen in awhile. As we did our quick five-minute catch-up, she asked me how my ex was doing. After I did my well rehearsed polite response, “Actually we aren’t together anymore, so I am not entirely sure,” she gave me the immediate look of sadness and sympathy that I always get. I’m well used to that look, I guess that’s what happens when the man you thought you were going to marry breaks up with you, but after giving me “the look,” she told me that she knows I’ll find someone new and I will love him just as much, if not more. Her words, meant to make me feel better about being single, really got me thinking.I hope she is wrong. I hope I never find someone I love as much as him.

I don’t say that because I am a cynic, and I don’t say that because I hope we get back together. I say that simply because the love I shared with him was too much for me. It was raw, it was passionate, it was all-encompassing, it was emotional, it was everything. He was the first thing I thought about in the morning and the last thing I thought about at night. I felt incomplete when I wasn’t around him, and when he was near it was like everything was right in the world again. He was my other half, and what I considered the best part of myself. He made me crazy and emotional. It was like our entire time together was a roller coaster of missing him, loving him, hating him, and needing him.

And I pray to God I never ever feel that way again.
I hope my ex was the love of my life because I never want to feel that kind of love again. I had it for years that seemed so short. It changed my life and it is something that I will cherish for the rest of forever. I found that kind of love young and I loved every minute of being in it. Even when we were fighting and I hated him, I loved it.
But I never want to feel it again. That kind of pain and hurt mixed in with such passionate love was too much for me. It was too much for my heart to handle and when he decided to leave me, I didn’t understand how the world would keep turning.

But it did keep turning, and one day the ache in my chest stopped hurting and all the broken little pieces of my heart and soul seemed to be put back together. That’s when I realized I don’t need that kind of love or that kind of life. It’s not that I don’t want to fall in love again. I can’t wait to fall in love again, but I hope and pray it is a very different kind of love.

I don’t want someone to be my other half, I want someone who makes me feel whole on my own. I don’t want to miss someone so much it hurts, I want to know that even when I am apart from him I can trust him and know that he is coming home to me. I don’t want him to be my last thought when I go to bed at night because I want him to be beside me when I go to bed at night. I don’t want him to be the best part of me, I want him to encourage me and push me to be the best self I can be on my own. I want a partner. I want someone I can rely on 24 hours out of the day, seven days a week. I want a love that makes me smile and go to bed completely content with my life, not one that keeps me up at night. I don’t want a man who treats me like a princess and the most precious thing in the world, I want him to treat our daughter like that. I don’t want to be the love of his life because I want our family to be. 

: Kelsey Hau 

When Leaving Becomes Arriving: David Whyte

One of the difficulties of leaving a relationship is not so much, at the end, leaving the person themselves — because, by that time, you’re ready to go; what’s difficult is leaving the dreams that you shared together. And you know that somehow — no matter who you meet in your life in the future, and no matter what species of happiness you would share with them — you will never, ever share those particular dreams again, with that particular tonality and coloration. And so there’s a lovely and powerful form of grief there that is the ultimate of giving away but making space for another form of reimagination.

Find his poem on – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6PK3GhnHOJc Raashi HD

Kerala Unlocked

#KeralaUnlocked consisted of a photo series that ran on instagram.com/raashi_hd that aimed at capturing the essence of the enthralling escapade I had while touring the State of Kerala, in India.
Its mesmerizing beauty and breathtaking landscapes coupled with the timid backwaters have catered to the taste of masses. The vacation was just what I needed, in order to rejuvenate my senses and the trip came into my life just in the right moment! So, here’s presenting to you…Kerala Unlocked.

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*the photos are in monochrome purposefully to be left upon the viewer to color for themselves in their minds.

One way. Two say. Three years…

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It’s the day you went on your knees for me,
A day, meant for us.
A day, signifying our beginning.
A day, also marking the rust.

At times you feel like you’ve resurrected from the past,
With a lot of voices in your head.
Theres a sense of freedom of some kind,
But thats just a metophor instead.

Cause it’s now when the feeling sinks in,
The real challenge initiates ahead.
The thought of being without you all my life,
Bring shudders, while I lay in bed.

Thinking about the future past
Each day I lay wide awake,
Thinking where I lost it all
Was it all my just my mistake?

Then the successive thoughts follow,
When nothing makes sense anymore.
There are times when I feel your here,
In dreams I come knocking at your door.

How am I supposed to move on,
When I’m still in love with you.
Maybe that’s why they say you ‘fall’ in love,
It’s something you just can’t undo.

I choose to not leave for the one thing you did wrong,
But to stay, for all the other things you did right.
This is my belief.
He stole my heart in every single way, and was begone. The thief.

Living in constant fear ever since,
Fear of trusting anyone again,
A fear that has only grown over the year,
It’s made me unsure of who I am.

Lost my friends and everything along,
Pushed everyone further away.
Got myself believing in the fact,
If you could leave, so could they.

Iv lived days, almost a year of guilt.
Guilt of something I didn’t commit.
Analysing what went wrong in haste,
Missing every single moment spent with you,
Clinging to every ray of hope together we lit.

Days, and months, and years I recall.
Happy, young, wild and care free.
Sailing swiftly on a boat named ‘life’,
Today, we turn three.
Today, we turn three.

P.S. I miss you, too.

Dream. Achieved.

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“Happiness is when my family smiles. Happiness is when the reason behind it is me.” – Anonymous

HSC (12th Grade) Result- 84%
Highest Marks – 94/100, I.T.
Passed with Distinction.
Dream -Valedictorian. Achieved.

#happymoments #dedication #proud

There’s a moment that comes in ours lives when you feel like you’ve lost your way. Visions blurred. Everything gets unsure. Nothing makes sense. It’s all meaningless. Literally.

2013-14 was one such year. For me. It’s just a phase I thought. But it was way more than that. Probably the toughest challenge Iv had till date.
To forget or to cherish? To forgive or punish? To try and help yourself or let go? To expect or give up? It felt like having the extremely bland tasting French food in my head. Clueless.

But there was one thing. That had been with me throughout. Something so pure and true. Something so beautiful. Something I wouldn’t have noticed had I not been through what I was. Something that will ALWAYS be there for me. No terms and conditions. Unconditional love.

Somebody without whom it wouldn’t have been any easy for me to find myself back. Or to put it in a better way, resurrect. Someone more meaningful.
This somebody not just helped me find my path back but also loved me more than anything in this world. Somebody who I can be assured of turning up to In my times of distress.

This somebody has helped me study my way up in academics. To achieve my aim of being a college topper. To remind me of my potential. My way up to a better life. A stronger me.

Had things never got out of hand I wouldn’t have ever realised what Iv had with me throughout this time.

So this post is dedicated my special “somebody’s” – MY FAMILY. My loving mother, my super supportive dad and my dear brother.

Who have not only given me hope but also something to hold on to. Who have always had my back. They are the reason I will never ever be lonely. As long as I have them I can fulfill every dream I have. Undoubtedly.
This is a victory I have over myself. A victory that my special people need to be thanked for. For they reminded me of my potential. They believed In me.

To the most beautiful people in the world. Thank you Ma, Papa and Yash. #YouCompleteMe

Kala Ghoda Art Fest ’14

KGAF’14, is the annual art fest conducted by the Kala Ghoda Association, in Mumbai. It consists of various art exhibits, live performances from artists arround the country, workshops, heritage walks, and a very lively and cheerful audience at each and every performance, irrespective of the time of the day.

Personally, I have been attending KGAF for half a decade now. Starting with the children’s workshops I eagerly looked forward to every year, to shopping for decor with my mother in the shamianas. I’d also like to mention that earlier I attended kgaf just as an onlooker, but this year I went there as a photographer with a view to capture the essence of the art fest. It certainly has lived up to my expectations.

Witnessing the surging crowds this year, it’s popularity among the Mumbaikars, young and old, has certainly grown over the years. The main feature of KGAF’14 were the artist who performed from all over the country, voluntarily, here.

So, here are a few images I captured on my visit to KGAF ’14 Dance Section, this year.

Padma Shree Shovana Narayan

Padma Shree Shovana Narayan

 

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Mallika Sarabhai is an activist and Indian classical dancer from Gujarat, India. She is an accomplished Kuchipudi and Bharatanatyam dancer.

Other Classical Dancers-

 

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Kathak is one he eight Indian classical dance forms. It originates from the Hindi word “katha” meaning story.

 

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Bharatnatyam dancer

 

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Bharatnatyam Dancer biding adieu

Thank you.