womanwithnotion

[womanwithnotion]

Teach your children about that love. How to love someone without making them bleed. How to unlove someone without making thyself bleed.

[womanwithnotion]

Will I ever be able to thrive alone?

Idk. I don't wish to have an answer for that. I'm warm. Comfortable. Living. I've been taken care of. Surrounded by the energies of my loved ones. Giving love, receiving in multiples. I am sleeping soundly. I cry in bouts. I dream. I'm thinking. Getting out of my wits. Trying to make my way through it all. Understanding life. Questioning things. I'm grateful. I'm full. Nothing to complain about. My head spins. Little Shreya gives me a kiss. I take her into my arms. I look into her big eyes. I see me. The exact same me. The present me. I'm shaken back into this room. What do I see around? It's empty. It's just me. Isn't this room the world? I see no one. I switch on my phone. Oh there they are. The people I love. The fan's making weird noises. I walk around the room. How does one puts oneselves to sleep? Lying down in my mother's lap, my father reading me my favourite stories, snuggled up comfortably in the bed with my little brother and our favourite bear. I drift off to sleep, knowing that I'm safe. I'm loved. Then again, I wake up to texts. From people who decided to keep up. Decided to be my side no matter what. They make me exist. They make me belong. I switch off the phone, because they are all here. In this very room. My favourite faces, my favourite minds. My entire world. Idk, Bhagwan ji, I don't wish to have an answer for that.

[womanwithnotion]

Boht paise wale ho na?

Har ek aansoon ka hisaab dena hoga.

[womanwithnotion]

Such mausam calls for lying by the window with Kishore Da on loop.

[womanwithnotion]

To those I love,

Never told you how much it aches to share you with others. Oh, how beautiful it would have been to have a whole of you?

[womanwithnotion]

September? Poof!

[womanwithnotion]

August's here. Yearnings have came half way. Seems like the most contradictory month. A strange mix of warmth-cold has taken over, it's terrifying. Constant aches, heaviness has replaced the bright days. Mornings pass in blur. At noon, you just lie there blankly watching the fauna return home. Evenings never seems to end. The night is calm yet an uneasiness prevails. Aug reminds me of a child, running far away in an open field, in the thunderstorm, unsure where to take shelter.

[womanwithnotion]

That hopeless romantic aches within you.

[womanwithnotion]

Jaane kab dusro ka sochte sochte, apne baare mein sochna bhool gye. Fir bhi log kehte rahe, sirf apne baare mein sochta hain.

[womanwithnotion]

He didn't give you a choice over losing. But he gave you the absolute power of acceptance.

[womanwithnotion]

If it ever feels like you're low on energy, or don't have enough positivity to spread around, remember you're replaceable. People can thrive without you. There will be a point where someone, someday will forget you. Will not have a single memory of you. That point, that point will shake you back, back to life, back to senses, back to writing your chapters, the right way.

[womanwithnotion]

What's the most powerful thing in the world?

A bitter moment. It washes away all the honey sweet memories, all the happy times, empties you, makes you lifeless. You want to revive but can't, because the guilt turns the land barren.

[womanwithnotion]

Roaming around a castle in mid 1800s, running in lush gardens, picking fruits from the tree, reading near the fireplace, lighting candles, arguing with the wise men, hosting dinners, running hand over silks, spending time in the library, ah so much to do.

[womanwithnotion]

Everything I talk about, has already been talked about. But what makes it different is that you identify that notion within me, and if you do, I've succeeded spotlessly.

[womanwithnotion]

Carry over million personalities but make sure to be consistent, make sure you know which one is to be employed where.

[womanwithnotion]

Everything will perish one day. One day, it will be over. But what will be left behind, is your energy, your emotions. Feel to the extreme. Laugh uncontrollably, cry manically, overthink crazily, sprinkle kindess ridiculously, love possessively, do everything abnormally. Because what you leave behind, will be talked about generations after generations. At the end, don't forget to ask yourself, will your memory be able to bring a smile?

[womanwithnotion]

July's here. I envy the clouds. People fall for them while all they do is cry. I envy those winds. They are cold, and nobody complains. I envy those raindrops. They touch you the way I can't. I envy that window where you hang around all day. I envy the old playlist which hits you hard. I envy the tea mug which you carry around all day. You know what? The color of my envy is visible, when you look up to those dark clouds.