This is a story about a woman who lost her heart and a man she truly ever loved. Every evening she watched the sunset and stared blankly at the space looking for answers. Always wanting to be alone, tears fell easily as she thought about him. If only pain could be measured in words for it pierced her heart and left her a little less living every day. Her friends worried about her as she had stopped smiling. There wasn’t even a faint hint of the woman she was earlier. Almost like a stone, she went through her day. Every evening you could find her though waiting for him. He was thousands of miles away and yet at every slight whisper she turned to see if he had finally come for her. He never did because he never loved her. The day she realized this, she decided to give up. With trembling hands, she decided to take the plunge into the darkness forever.
Just as she was about to, someone pulled her back. It was dark and she couldn’t figure out who he was. Before she could say anything, he said, “Don’t run away from the pain, Maya. I can give you a way out. You have loved too much already and a soul mate doesn’t exist. Love is an illusion. Let it go. I can offer you a deal. You will forget all about him. I will take away your heart and turn it into ashes. All I need in return is your body, your complete submission, and I will worship you. But I won’t ever love you. I will begin with slow seduction of your senses and I will give you pain, but of a different kind. The choice has always been yours for only you can choose to give me this gift. Are you ready to be seduced by the Devil and see the dark world of desires? Don’t you want freedom from this pain as he is never going to come for you? You loved him and gave him your all but still you weren’t enough for him. Me, on the other hand, I have lusted after you for an eternity. I know who you are. I see your soul and the shackles surrounding it. You aren’t meant for this world, Maya, and I give you a night to decide”, and just like that he went away without giving her a chance to say anything.
What do you all think she decided to do?
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Funny how things work out. One of my friends had came over for lunch. He had bought this book a day before. I knew about the book but never actually made the effort to read it. I asked him to give the book to me as a gift. I felt I needed to read it. Lately life is just a mess or probably I am but something about the book appealed to me. I was hoping for some answers and it didn’t disappoint.
I have never done a book review before but another friend asked me to read this book and forward him the review. Obviously I sent him the review first but decided to share with you all too. I read the book a few days ago but it has stayed with me. It does not teach you things in a traditional sort of way but makes you think. I would suggest not to just go by the title of the book.
It doesn’t ask you to not give a fuck about anything at all but only the important things. We must get out of the entitlement trap. No one is a victim nor does the world revolve around one person. We all go through pain and it’s necessary too. But we should take responsibility for our life and choices we can make. And good values are something we have control upon and we don’t need other people for it. In the end, choose good values like honesty, integrity, commitment, hard work, and so on. It also lists some good books for future reading. If you are looking for making some changes in your life, give this book a read.
He acts like a clown,
Makes a fool of himself,
Get down on his knees,
Attends little tea parties,
All for that one smile,
On his daughter’s face,
And I love him more for it,
The man I married.
A girl’s first relationship with a man is with her father and it decides the course of all her future relationships. It is one of the most basic foundations of her life. I lost my father at an early age and nothing can fill the emptiness. It was also a tumultuous relationship. I looked at my friends adoring their fathers, and somehow I always wanted that for me. But you can’t always get what you wish for. That’s why it gives me great peace to see that my husband is a good father and he always keeps our daughter happy. For her, dad is everything.
She dances in the moonlight,
Wind blowing her hair,
Caressing her face,
Kissing her lips.
Eyes drunk with desire.
She is the enchantress,
And the stars hold her,
In love, in awe.
As she breaks through,
Her own cage,
And the universe witnesses,
The dance of Maya.
Do you remember the goodbye hug,
And the kiss that lingered on your neck?
The perfume you wore, reminiscent of a drug,
Lipstick stain, just a tiny speck.
Fingers entwined, entangled;
Hours became moments and time just flew.
Words unsaid, forgotten or strangled,
Ironic, I forgot to say I love you.
Eyes refusing to let go,
Yet you couldn’t stay.
I came home with an afterglow,
It felt like a dream, that day.
In the dream, I was writing, words flowed freely, and everything made sense. It felt beautiful and I was happy, and smiling. But when I woke up the next morning, I couldn’t remember my dream, any of it. I was hoping the words will come back to me. I kept thinking but nothing, not even a word. But I couldn’t give up because I wanted to feel that happy again. I wanted the feeling back. I don’t know how much time passed, and I kept chasing the dream. I stopped being aware of the real life around me. I was unhappy over the dream, the lost words, and the belief that somehow if I could remember the words again, I will be happy. It never happened but I kept chasing it. Probably, I still am.
You are that dream.
How we spent Mother’s Day!
My daughter’s school had kept a workshop for parents on Saturday morning for about 2.5 hours. So I couldn’t make any specific plans for Mother’s Day. At the last minute, we decided to go away for weekend at a resort near Delhi.
It took us 1.5 hours to reach there. The property isn’t the best but it has a lot of open space, and many activities to keep the kids engaged. We reached there at about 3 pm. Since it was too hot outside, we rested for a while, and decided to check out the property at about 5 pm.
My daughter did camel and horse rides, and enjoyed play time at the kids area. We posed for some silly pictures, and indulged in goofiness. The best part was to see a peacock and following it across the property.
The resort had arranged loud music and dance party at their lawn, which I am not a fan of. We had our dinner, took a walk, and called it a night.
Woke up early the next morning, and hit the pool. We had it all for ourselves as no one else was there. Then we had breakfast. Post that my daughter had a lot of fun running around, and exploring the place. They have kept a few animals like rabbits, ducks and guinea pigs.
At about 12, we checked out from there, and went straight to my mom’s place. I wanted to eat something cooked by my mom. I was missing it. She made rice for me along with chana dal. After lunch, I was too tired, and went on to sleep. Woke up, had tea, took a picture with mom, and started for home. On the way back, it started to rain just as it should have.
The Mountains Aren’t Calling Anymore
I never thought I would be the one saying this. I call myself, The Eternal Wanderess, and I am always looking forward to go to the mountains. But on a recent trip to Kasol and Kheer Ganga in Himachal Pradesh, I realized something. We are harming the nature. The mountains and treks have just become picnic spots. There is no responsible or sustainable tourism.
Surely, people are not going to stop from going to the mountains or doing treks. But we can’t play with nature and leave all kinds of trash behind. You can hear loud music blaring everywhere. I felt a sense of disillusionment, there was no peace. Aren’t we going there to connect with the nature? If you are a music fan, you can hear music at low volume too, or better yet use earphones.
The most heart breaking thing was to see people leaving all kinds of trash behind. Everything is commercialized now. Chips packet, bottles especially the mineral water, to even sanitary pads lying in the open. I am not talking about on the way to trek or in the city, but when we completed the Kheer Ganga trek and reached on top. I just could not take the pictures of all the trash lying around. There were so many camps and people there. I am sure everyone saw it.
Where are we going with this? At this pace, we will destroy the mountains and their very essence. I have decided to take a break from mountains as of now. I am going to look for a travel group which believes in responsible and sustainable tourism. If you know any, please help me get connected with them. In the meantime, give this all a thought. If we all make efforts, we can make a difference.