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Musings: Open Letter to My Best Friend

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Dear Best Friend, 

I’ve been thinking and over-thinking a lot lately. But how much we have grown since the time we came into one another’s lives. We have always been pretty accepting about who we wished to be. Believe me that will never change. Even if you decide to dye your hair a violent shade of pink tomorrow, I’d still love you just as much as I love you right now.

But let’s not just dwell on appearances. I am your best friend as you are mine, and remember that our friendship is a safe place where you are allowed to be whoever you want to be. I’ve always told you that you should feel whatever you want to feel, without caring much about what the world might think of you. (Believe me, as someone who has cared too much about what the world thinks, it’s not worth your time. And it’s not worth ruining your mental health over.)

I am here for you: every second of every day that you might need me. I’ll tell you funny stories whenever you might need a laugh. I’ll sit with you in silence if y…

Musings: Letter to a Sixteen Year Old

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Dear Sixteen Year Old,
I have been struggling to write this letter since the morning. I have been trying to find the right words, because I know somewhere in this world, a scared, terrified sixteen year old needs to read these words.
Listen to me.
Right now everything that is happening to you will feel too much. There will be people in your life who are going to make you feel like you’re nothing. But you’re going to put those years behind you. You’re going to shine so bright. You’re going to become happiness personified. To the outside world that is.
Inside – the battle will always rage on. You’re going to run into the shadows from your past and it will affect you pretty badly. It will mess up your mind and you will go back to feeling insignificant and sixteen, and want to curl up on your bedroom floor that night.
Here’s the part that I want you to read more carefully now.
Do not fight that feeling immediately. You deserve to feel however way you want to feel. But once the thoughts begi…

Day 10: Weddings (#100DaysofBlogging)

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For most part, the word wedding makes me feel tired. Absolutely tired. I remember my sister’s wedding like it was yesterday and how much I resented not being able to sleep for almost a week! I remember my brother’s wedding because it happened in the beginning of this year and even then, I felt so tired. People see the pomp and flair of weddings. No one sees the hard work that goes into making a successful wedding. Making sure the menu is on point, the guests are attended to, that they remembered to invite everyone. That the venue is good for both the bride and the groom. It’s nothing short of a beautiful celebration for those few days. But you know what people forget? It’s a wedding. Once the music dies down, the guests depart and there’s just silence…that’s when the marriage begins. That’s the moment when it all starts.

Day 9: First Impressions (#100DaysofBlogging)

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I had a friend who once told me that first impression is the last impression. Too bad I wasn’t too impressed by him. But well, he did have a point. Sometimes are instincts scream at us: warn us, about a person, a place, an incident. Do we always listen to that? I know I don’t. I know that sometimes people make us see what they want us to see. You have to put in the effort, make them comfortable to be around you. First impressions can also be misleading. It has happened. Book covers, for instance, often mislead most of its readers. The point is, sometimes we need to look past the exterior and see what’s inside. Isn’t it?

Day 8: Coffee (100DaysofBlogging)

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I am pretty much addicted to tea. In fact, there’s no chance of me ever saying no to a cup of tea. It could be the middle of the afternoon and I’d still be interested in a cuppa! But I also am in the habit of ordering coffee when I visit cafes, when I meet people in coffee shops. I can never bring myself to order tea. At the most, iced teas. But I stick to cups of coffee when I am in these cafes. I really don’t know why. I guess it’s a quirk I developed a long time ago and I’ve never consciously tried to change it. So, if I am sitting alone, reading a book in café, there’s no doubt what drink I’d probably have in my hand!

Day 7: Favourite Song (#100DaysofBlogging)

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You know what I love most about songs? The lyrics. There’s a saying which says that, “With the right kind of music you either forget everything or you remember everything.” But the kinds of songs that I like, they vary. Anyone who goes through the playlist on my phone is bound to think I’m crazy. Because I listen to all kinds of songs. And it completely depends on the mood that I’m in as to what would be my favourite song.
I create playlists for the stories that I write. There are certain songs kept on loop to help me get into the heads of my characters. There are songs that remind of things I want to forget; of people I have no interest in remembering ever again. There are songs which give me a lot of hope and help me look forward to tomorrow.
Currently, my favourite song is Better Place by Rachel Platten. If you’ve not heard the song, check it out. It has a lot of positivity and happiness.

Musings: Day 6 - Happiness (#100DaysofBlogging)

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You know why people cannot seem to find happiness? Because they don't realize that happiness is not a destination. You cannot keep telling yourself, if this happens or that, then I'll be happy. The Universe is always providing you with reasons to be happy but you're stubborn. So you don't want to take the chance and just be happy! 
If you talk about on very personal terms, I have a list of things that can always make me happy no matter what I might be currently going through in life, (and in no particular order as such):
1. My mother  2. All my cats  3. Books  4. Stories  5. Conversations  6. Soul Mates  7. Friends  8. Traveling  9. Singing  10. Rainfall 
If you're feeling sad, just make a list of all the good things in your life. No, you don't get to be pessimist and tell me that there's nothing good in your life. You will have to learn to dig deeper and tell me what makes your life so uniquely yours.

Musings: Day 5 - Soul Mates (#100DaysofBlogging)

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“What is a friend?”
“It is a single soul dwelling in two bodies.”
- Aristotle


We live in a world where everyone is obsessed with trying to find their happily ever after. We are part of a world where it’s so easy to find someone when you’re lonely but equally difficult to find someone when you’re ready. We don’t want to feel alone and the lengths that we go to in order to make sure we’re never lonely, is sometimes pretty appalling.
In the world that has no time to stop, that has no time to really work towards building a relationship, it is almost a laughable matter to be in search of soul mates. But my dear, this is exactly where most of us go wrong.
Soul mates don’t always have to be people you’re in love with or who you might want to potentially build a relationship with. Sometimes the most perfectly matched soul mates are your best friends.
True no one wants to label one particular friend as their best friend because let’s face it we share different and comfortable equations with a…

Musings: Day 4 - Story (#100DaysofBlogging)

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“Sometimes it’s not about the happy ending. Sometimes it’s about the story.”


This was the prompt that made me write the book which actually helped my writing career, When Our Worlds Collide. I was honestly very intrigued by the story of two people who come together but do not necessarily end up together. I began asking people around me what they cherish the most about their lives. They always told me it was the stories that have stayed with them forever.
Stories have saved countless lives. Because sometimes the only thing that keeps you from giving up is the fact you read the words that would become your saviour at the right time. Stories don’t always have to come to you in the form of books. It could be a little incident someone told you about. A little story that you came across in the pages of a long forgotten magazine.
You have no idea how powerful one little story can be. They shape lives. They build us up, they help us realize even the most broken amongst us can rise again. There…

Musings: Day 3: Childhood Memories (#100DaysofBlogging)

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Childhood Memories.


Do you remember everything about your childhood? In crystal clear details or is your memory like one? Broken, fragmented. Some blacked out hurriedly with a felt pen. Or memories shining bright, Even though you’ve tried so many times to make it go dim. Ah, childhood. You were so filled with memories. The stuffed teddy bear that once comforted me, And the little pillow that has become long forgotten! The room I once shared with a sister, Is still filled with scattered pieces of when she once lived here with me. A part of the room, left untouched Because moving things around would feel – Well, too final. No one likes being an adult. No one wants to let go off being a child. So you find an in between, you fill up your room With all your childhood memories. 

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Musings: Day 2: Bookstore (#100DaysofBlogging)

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“I love walking into a bookstore. It's like all my friends are sitting on shelves, waving their pages at me.” 

― Tahereh Mafi


Nothing has ever made me feel quite at home as much as a Bookstore has. Whenever people want to meet up with me in my city, I suggest coming down to Oxford Bookstore. Or Story. Or Starmark, South City. The bottom line is: I ask them to meet me at a place where I would be surrounded by books.
My sister was an avid reader and I think I picked up the habit of reading books from her. I don’t know when a hobby turned slightly into an obsession and I ended up with a cupboard full of books. And more books overflowing. I have stopped keeping a count on how many books I own. Because I am pretty sure the number is irrelevant.
When I went to Bangalore this month, I had to meet a lot of my friends. And all of them like me, love reading books. In fact I think our friendship is based on the fact that we love reading books. It was of no surprise then that all of us decided…

Musings: Day 1 - Hope (#100DaysofBlogging)

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From today, there are exactly 100 days left for 2016 to end. So we decided (a writing/blogging group called Bibliobibulis) that we are going to challenge ourselves to blog everyday, for the next 100 days as we bring in the New Year! 
Further, while everyone chose themes for themselves, Leo da and I decided to do this project in collaboration. So everyday we pick topics for the next. I picked the topic for Day 1 which happens to be Hope. Now, on with the actual blog post: 
The direction defines hope as 'a feeling of expectation and desire for a particular thing to happen.' But according to me our very existences thrive on the fact that we can hope. I was rather tiny when I had my first brush with death and realized that not one of us would get to live forever. So I remember asking my mother, "But if I am going to die anyway, what's the point of trying to hard to survive?" And she told me, "To live a good life. And hope that everything will turn out to be exact…

Musings: Manhattan from the Sky

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"You're My Manhattan from the Sky" 
That song has been on loop for quite some time now. And as I listen 
Rather carefully to the words being sung 
I realize, that the sixteen year old girl would have smiled at me 
And thanked me. 
For finally letting you know that to her, 
You were the Manhattan from the sky. 
She loved you more than you'd ever know. Or I believe I'm capable of ever loving someone ever again. 
She held on to that love, even though it was never returned, and she drew happiness and joy from it, 
And a strength that knew no bounds 
That her future self learned to love again. 
The thing is: you never forget your first love. You can put out the flames but the fire somehow remains. 
So every once in a while, I do think about you. 
And I wonder if I've ever crossed your mind. I guess not. 
It's not your fault either. You didn't know. 
How could you any way? Because she was in love with a boy she'd never said a word to. 
When you're sixteen conversat…

Harry Potter and the Girl He Saved

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Every year on this day I write a Facebook post in honor of Harry Potter and J.K. Rowling and I talk about how this book series saved me during my rather turbulent teenage years. I was introduced to the world of Harry Potter when I was 12 and even though I’m 26 now, I am yet to find a book series which makes me as happy as the Harry Potter world had. A few no doubt have come close. But there was something about being a rather naïve twelve-year-old, believing that life couldn’t be going to a rather boring school and coming back home and keeping up with the apparently rest of the brilliant students in my class. I would actually daydream that Harry Potter might come bursting through the doors of our Assembly Hall and whisk me away on an adventure. Tell my school there had been a mistake, and that I rightfully belonged to Hogwarts. The love for the series grew so intense that I owned Harry Potter merchandise (thanks to relatives who live abroad and love me a lot), and I was the cause for e…

Musings: 12 Things You Learn When You ‘Adult’

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I am twenty six years old and quite often, I forget that. Because a) nearly everyone tells me I don't look my age and b) being the youngest member of the family, I have never actually felt like an adult. Even though I was excited about turning eighteen, it didn't feel any different than being thirteen years old. I also realized a horrifying truth over the last few years: no one can teach you how to adult. You've to figure that out for yourself. And here are twelve things I have learned the hard way about being an adult. 
1.Grocery shopping is important. The fridge won't magically fill itself. Eating out every day isn't healthy either.
No matter how much you might hate going out to shop for food, it’s necessary. Eating out all the time is a rather poor life choice. If you never learned how to cook now is the best time to start. Especially if live alone. Thanks to YouTube it is pretty easy to learn how to make quick and healthy meals. And once you begin cooking, you’l…

Musings: A Letter To My Younger Self

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"Be who you needed when you were younger." 
I remember seeing these words on a post on social media.  On a lazy Saturday morning. I remember having to read the words twice. Then when I realized what it meant, I nodded my head in delight.
Little me needed a hand to hold, a shoulder to cry on. Someone to tell her the facts but not make up her mind for her. She needed someone to guide her. Not tell her how to live. 
Young adult me was perpetually lost, confused. Avoided mirrors like the plague.  Couldn't wait to grow up. Couldn't wait to be done with school. Just couldn't wait at all.
Then overnight she turned into an adult.  Everything was overwhelming. Because no one can ever teach you how to "adult". And despite all the jokes we crack about it, we're all a little too hopelessly lost.  Treading waters carefully. When we should have taken life by the horns and  been dancing like there's no tomorrow. 
"Be who you needed when you were younger.…

Musings: 5 YA Books That Talked About Mental Health

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For most of my childhood, I was depressed and anxious. I didn’t know why or how. I was depressed due to a variety of personal reasons and though my mother tried to make me tell her what was bothering me, I never could. Not because I didn’t want to tell her but because I had no idea what to tell her. As I was growing up the term ‘depression’ was very casually used. It wasn’t supposed to be a big deal. People felt sad sometimes and the next day, they were magically better.
Sleep. You’ll feel better in the morning. That’s like saying, have you tried switching it off and restarting it again?
And it’s horrifying. How can you equate human emotions with that of a stupid mobile phone or TV? How can you simply ‘snap out of it’ if you’re suffering from depression and anxiety and you’re too young to know what these are in the first place!
Previously, Privy Trifles wrote a post about her own battle with depression as a child. Reading her article made me realize that with all the talk that goes aro…

Guest Post: Becoming My Own Saviour by Preethi Venugopala

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I was born in a quaint, remote little village in North Kerala where myths, superstitions, and folklores colored the thoughts of its inhabitants. Luckily, I was born as the daughter of a man of science, a homeopathic doctor and a hypnotherapist, who worshiped the human mind.
I grew up hearing tales of the demons that lived on the giant Pala trees (Indian Devil Tree) and about the dangerous spirits that lurked in the darkness to pounce upon unsuspecting wanderers on certain full moon Fridays. But, at home, we were taught about the miracles the human mind was capable of performing and even the science behind certain common beliefs.
Homeopathy heals by stimulating the healing power or the vital force that exists in every living being, it studies in detail the intricate connections that exist between the mind and the body. A hypnotherapist learns to control the human mind. My father combined both these systems to heal his patients. More than that, he taught us that every single thought was …