Due to some reasons my blog will be offline for a few months. // It may even get deleted.// But, I'll be back, for sure.//
Due to some reasons my blog will be offline for a few months. // It may even get deleted.// But, I'll be back, for sure.//
OK, So... School taught me what's 9x3. They taught me a whole chapter about what's there inside a just 1 mm thick leaf. They taugh...
OK, So...
School taught me what's 9x3. They taught me a whole chapter about what's there inside a just 1 mm thick leaf. They taught me how mountains form. They taught me what's the permeable. They taught me how to read a Shakespeare.
But...they didn't teach me how to cope up with a heart-break. They didn't teach me how to deal with losing a best friend, an unsaid goodbye, unforgettable memories and a close ones' death. They never taught me to how to stand a heart-pain, how to cope with my-heart-is-pounding-so-hard-that-it-may-burst kind of beating.
They did taught me that alcohol and smoking kills. But, well its damn good to let my throat burn instead of my heart. It's good to numb all the unsolved thoughts inside my head.
They didn't teach me how to stop loving someone who stoped loving you. They didn't warn me that love is dangerous and that people suck. They never taught me how to swim in a puddle of tears.
They taught me what's nyctophobia, aerophobia, phasmophobia but never taught me what's agliophobia, atelphobia and thantophobia.
Life isn't 9x3, it's isn't the way in movies and fairy tales. It's those nights when you lay awake, swallowed with your scars, drowning in tears, hardly breathing and missing that one person and wishing things were different and then just hating yourself for the mess. And the next morning you realise that people suck and you ought to move on and you pick yourself up after being down for so long and you are ready to live. I taught that to myself.
Much love, Nupur.
School taught me what's 9x3. They taught me a whole chapter about what's there inside a just 1 mm thick leaf. They taught me how mountains form. They taught me what's the permeable. They taught me how to read a Shakespeare.
But...they didn't teach me how to cope up with a heart-break. They didn't teach me how to deal with losing a best friend, an unsaid goodbye, unforgettable memories and a close ones' death. They never taught me to how to stand a heart-pain, how to cope with my-heart-is-pounding-so-hard-that-it-may-burst kind of beating.
They did taught me that alcohol and smoking kills. But, well its damn good to let my throat burn instead of my heart. It's good to numb all the unsolved thoughts inside my head.
They didn't teach me how to stop loving someone who stoped loving you. They didn't warn me that love is dangerous and that people suck. They never taught me how to swim in a puddle of tears.
They taught me what's nyctophobia, aerophobia, phasmophobia but never taught me what's agliophobia, atelphobia and thantophobia.
Life isn't 9x3, it's isn't the way in movies and fairy tales. It's those nights when you lay awake, swallowed with your scars, drowning in tears, hardly breathing and missing that one person and wishing things were different and then just hating yourself for the mess. And the next morning you realise that people suck and you ought to move on and you pick yourself up after being down for so long and you are ready to live. I taught that to myself.
Much love, Nupur.
“Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here!” -JK Rowling Hey Mama - David Guetta ft. Nicki Minaj...
“Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here!”
-JK Rowling
They say, "love is blind." well, I say "no." Instead, love is all- seeing. It is seeing every inch of a person, ...
They say, "love is blind."
well, I say "no."
Instead,
love is all- seeing.
It is seeing every inch of a person,
their flaws and their insufficiencies,
their faults and their incapabilities,
their fears and their insecurities.
It is about,
gathering broken pieces of mirror,
and understanding that
those pieces aren't edgy or full of error,
but, they are just very beautifully complex.
Love is
not trying to search for perfections,
nor trying to fix cracks,
but seeing the imperfections perfectly.
It is seeing the beauty
which others couldn't see.
Love is not blind
It is all- seeing and accepting.
well, I say "no."
Instead,
love is all- seeing.
It is seeing every inch of a person,
their flaws and their insufficiencies,
their faults and their incapabilities,
their fears and their insecurities.
It is about,
gathering broken pieces of mirror,
and understanding that
those pieces aren't edgy or full of error,
but, they are just very beautifully complex.
Love is
not trying to search for perfections,
nor trying to fix cracks,
but seeing the imperfections perfectly.
It is seeing the beauty
which others couldn't see.
Love is not blind
It is all- seeing and accepting.
-Nupur Dua