Call me a dreamer..

Like every one else, I aspire, I dream, I dream the impossible, is it why I never belong in reality??

Is that so? Well, let it be then. It's a heaven in mind, the grand lotus that shields me from the very real reality. I know that my home and jewels will not be a Pinterest board, but why not

aspire. Embarrassing music taste, addiction to horror movies (inspire of appreciation for fine cinema), love for cheap ginger tea, a bit of dressing snob, SRK fan, ignorant to financial market, not-on-top-of current affairs, poorly read and ill-travelled. Guilty! 

But its a heaven in my head. A heaven with celestial humans, gurgling brooks, vast flowery garden, where travel is for free and visas don't exist, dry wind don't chap my lips and no one calls me a woman. A genderless, egalitarian, boundary less world of possibilities. I can be this And that, with no regrets. I wake up to a wish every single day:

In another life, some other universe, we will not have menial jobs, not live apart from the ones I love, not waste so many years before we meet the one, and never have to walk away from life to make a living

In another life, people will love to live and live to love and their would be fewer humans and more of humanity

In another life, prayers will all be answered as they will be worth answering

in another life, wealth will be measured with passport stamps and wrinkles will count as beauty marks

And lastly, death will just be another stage to a new beginning

I am lazy and impatient to work for these, I also do not see a point why do I have to work for something so inherent to life, maybe wishful! I hope the 70 years old Piyali do not look back at the 35 me and laugh, actually I don't mind the laughter, I hope she doesn't regret me. But who has seen tomorrow, so till then, dream on!!!

Until next time...

                                                                                

Through different eyes

I reflect all the time. I reflect on past events, present moment and the far-sighted future. A recent conversation with a friend (Sanjit who photographed this picture, on right) reminded me of faith. Very often than not I forget what made of my life force to begin with. The very essence of positive energy is what makes us thrive, as a species. Hope- hope for better days, better family, better health, wealth or the quest of love, this very imperfection, perfect in its own ways, keeps us going.

This picture reminds me of the colder days in Nepal (where it is taken, Dec 2014), I longed for the very sunny days of Singapore I generally complain about, I longed for the organised monotony that I very often loathe and I craved for the humid sterile air that makes me moan and groan. I counted my blessings that I reside in a clean country, safe society with bearable weather, fresh food and stable employment. It made me look at my life through different eyes.
I know sometimes pain shroud our view, the boredom of plenty makes all of is go on a new adventure of soul search. I have decided to love and first step of love begins with gratitude. I am grateful to the Almighty who gave me the opportunity to experience and I am grateful to myself and my loved ones who prepared me to embrace that opportunity with healthy mind. It's time I share the view and give it back to them.
I do realise that there would be colder days which hard to bare, but the warmth of  love and inclusiveness, what already exist in life will always keep me grounded.

Surround oneself with love and very day-to-day chores of life starts to look spectacular, through different eyes.

Until next time...