The Invincible Summer….

“One of the oldest human needs is having someone to wonder where you are when you don’t come home at night”.  – Margaret Mead

In times of desperation and deceit, the smallest act of honesty and love goes a long way. To be wanted, to be missed, to be needed is an emotion we all carry; sometimes we wear it on our sleeves, sometimes it’s concealed deep within. But, if you are human, the desire to be cared for is as innate as breathing; it defies logic.

And when you are left alone, you realize the worth of that need within you. You miss the texts asking if you are home; or whether you are asleep, warm and cosy, just to know.

So, she would sit by the fire, day dreaming of all the times he had made her smile and feel safe. Yes, she was broken and hurting, but she was also glad that it happened. She was brave and strong and broken all at once. But that too, was okay.  Because of all the things their love could have been, unrequited wasn’t one of them. Sometimes, it’s the pain that makes us feel alive.

.. because as they say,

“In the depths of winter, I finally learned, there lay, within me, an invincible summer”

So, here’s to the never-ending summer within us and to that indomitable human spirit that just wants to keep on living.

“Here’s to the hearts that ache. Here’s to the mess that we make.” 

– La La Land.


Sometimes… :)


Sometimes I wonder what you are doing;

Are you looking up at the same stars I am seeing?

Sometimes I wonder are you by yourself;

Or are you laughing and smiling with someone else?

Sometimes I wonder how you might be feeling;

Are you happy and in love or lonely and healing?

Sometimes I wonder if you still think about me;

Do you dream about us or a distant memory it rather be?

Sometimes I wonder what the future would have been;

Cute talks, holidays and love, who could have seen?

Sometimes I wonder where we lost it;

All the heartaches and pains, was it all worth to begin with?

Sometimes I wonder how we got here;

Trying so hard to smile through the tears.

Sometimes I wonder if any of it was true;

… tell me, are you wondering the same thing too?

New Horizons – The Mountains…

What are men to rocks and mountains? – Jane Austin, Pride and Prejudice


Snow clad, rocky or covered in trees and grass, the mountains and I have a special connection. Standing on a cliff, over-looking the valley, watching the clouds slowly gaze over snowy peaks; the Himalayas has a charm that will creep into your soul and make you his forever. It is hauntingly beautiful and serenading and everything that is new and beautiful and bright and yet it has been standing there, tall and strong since the beginning of time! To me; it gives me courage and the hope to face new horizons…

“And if these mountains had eyes, they would wake to find two strangers in their fences, standing in admiration as a breathing red pours its tinge upon earth’s shore. These mountains, which have seen untold sunrises, long to thunder praise but stand reverent, silent so that man’s weak praise should be given God’s attention.”
― Donald Miller, Through Painted Deserts: Light, God, and Beauty on the Open Road


It personifies hope and things that are clean and fresh…! Here’s to the New Horizons!

It is always the same with mountains. Once you have lived with them for any length of time, you belong to them. There is no escape. – Ruskin Bond

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Come noon, I get a little rest after the rush of the morning matters and mentionings are over. Everyday, around this time, a hush falls over the place which is almost surreal. Don’t get me wrong, at any given point during court hours, there will be at least one lawyer, running from one Courtroom to the other, with his case coming up faster than a tornado approaches. I meant that, things settle in a bit at this time. As I sit here, in my chair, watching the people around either work or chat with their comrades; the thought that stuck with me was the humdrum routine of it all. It was a feeling of déjà vu; going through the same charade day after day; a feeling that it all had happened before, and then I realised that it hadn’t. That, the scene didn’t change, day after day. That, it was all different, yet somehow, the same. That, when I come back tomorrow, it will be the same, with subtle differences.

Yes, some people may find comfort in the known and regular. But the more I thought, the more I realised that I wasn’t one of them. I think, the reason I chose to be a lawyer, was because of the irregularity of it all. No two cases are alike. It forces me to think and face a different situation everyday. I thanked my lucky stars that I had law to give me adventure in the routine regression of the profession.

.. to save me from becoming faded.