Depression! Not just! 

What’s with her? I asked pointing to a girl who was lost in her own space and was not even aware of the puppy who was licking her feet. They laughed and replied “she is just depressed.”                                                   JUST DEPRESSED. I doubt whether people really know what depression is? Had they been knowing how it deteriorates a normal being, they would definitely not call it “just depression.” Not going to scientific level, depression is confining someone in a room, with no windows, no sound, no light, and no other human. Likewise, depression is the stage of no hopes, no dreams, no believes, no desires and no life. It’s that serious an issue. 

To all the people who are depressed for some reason-                                                       I know how it pains in the chest every morning you wake up and find that you are still alive. I know the hopelessness when you can’t figure out what is wrong with you. I know when you feel helpless because you don’t know what you need help for. I know when one day you can feel everything and the other day you feel nothing at all.                             

 I know how you want to cry all day and night but not a single tear drop exits your eye. I know how it is when you are sitting, thinking and doing nothing and suddenly you feel tears striking your face. But trust me, it’s not your fault. It’s just a phase, and it will paas. Be with ones who love you. Hold onto them. Don’t be alone. 

I really know the pain of being alive without knowing the reason. I know the irritation when people continuously complain about you being a sadist, a killjoy, a non enthusiastic person anymore. I know how it kills you when the people you need the most understand you the least. 

Guys! These depressed people don’t need your sympathy, they need your support. Depression is fatal. It kills a person who is still breathing. Don’t laugh at them, instead prove your humor in making them laugh. And if your loved one is trapped, please let him/her know how much he is needed, loved and wanted. Please do little things to make him/her feel special. Little things occupy the biggest spaces in heart when done at the right time. 

The person sliding to an invisible black hole needs a little light to come out before he gets comfortable there. 

Helping someone come out of depression is like giving them a second life. Depression is not sadness, but it’s feeling nothing. 

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Introverts.

A famous saying goes-

Introversion is not a choice, it’s not a lifestyle but an orientation.

Intorverts! Often called as rude, blunt, arrogant or shy people.But trust me! They are not rude, blunt or shy. They are reserved. Maybe they are not comfortable around people as others are. They do not always want to be surrounded by people but they don’t hate people.Around few close ones, these introverts are as good and as free as extroverts themselves.

Most of the time we tend to misunderstand introverts.Its not that they don’t need anyone. They re just too conserved to be able to express that need. Since introverts are human beings at the end of the day, they need love.Since my best friend and my sibling are introvert beings.I know a little about them.

They are really good listeners. They understand more than we think and they observe more than we can ever know. It’s just that they don’t react immediately. And above all, they feel more than we imagine.

So, friends, specially, introvert friends-.  Being an introvert is not negative.Everybody has two faces out of which one is a reserved one.Their reserved face is hidden.So, you are none different.You just choose to show your reserved face to everyone.You are as much needed and wanted in our society as extroverts are.

With love.

She! #2

She is like a guitar,                                       She would play to your music.                   But when you treat her improperly,         She may also cause cuts and bruises.

She is like a sword,                                     Shields you in trouble.                                     But if you play with her,                                 She can hurt you worse.

She is like a fire,                                           Just as holy and sacred.                                 But when you touch her inappropriately, The burns are on your way.

She is like a memory,                               which makes your heart skip a beat.         She is like a dictionary,                               which you can never completely read.

She is a miracle,                                               That you will always know.                           She will be your strength when low,       She will be your weakness too.

#dedicated to the strongest she in my life. You inspire me.

DEAR STRANGER!

Stranger! YESS that’s what you are.! That’s what you always were.!!

I never met you by my own choice.I was told to meet you by my parents.And I was forcibly expected to like you.Because no matter how I felt,it was already decided that you were the perfect choice for me, and that I could not get any better. Everytime I tried to believe them, I inturn doubted myself.                                    But I was so obliged to my parents that I couldn’t question their intentions for me.I wore those specs of oblivion that I couldn’t see any flaws in you.Since I had to spend almost all my life with you,I started respecting you. Before I knew what was happening I even started to like you. Our story seemed to be a fairy tale.Our lives seemed to be written by God’s own hands.

We got married.This is the most beautiful day of girl’s life.Yes it was! I met somebody who would be my life time best friend.Atleast that is what I thought till the day you abused me.            That wasnt acceptable.I felt the pain my heart was causing.But till then I was too much in love with you to leave you.I reasoned your behavior . You were too blind to see my pain but I was still too stupid to have eyes only for you.I was giving myself hopes of everything which will get better with time.But then one day when you slapped me so hard,I was brought back to reality. I am still so thankful to you for this realisation . Now I knew that I was being disrespected and so I also lost my respect for you.But just for the sake of my parents happiness and name I didn’t give up.I did everything to save “US”. 

BUT today,I give up! I am writing this letter to tell you that just because I was quiet never meant that I could never speak.You call yourself man! And you need respect for it.But the day you hit me for nothing was the day you lost me.I hope you realise what you did! You thought I will keep quiet and sit hurt and depressed.But no! I am not crying ! For I lost somebody who was not worth my love!I promise to come out of this even more stronger.Take care.

Marriages are divine connections.Dont make them an expression of restrictions.Domestic violence is a crime.A women leaves even her father’s name and home for you.The least you can give her is respect.She is the producer of your successor.Keep her happy for all that she does for you unconditionally.Just because you are a man,you can’t be god.Stop domestic violence.!

I am sorry.!

As kids we were always reminded of the manners,primarily at home and then in our books.”Sorry ” and “thank you ” have always helped.

I personally believe in acknowledgements. I keep thanking everybody for everything they do for me.But today I AM SORRY.

I am sorry for those parents whose daughter committed suicide because of one stupid person who didn’t love her back. I am sorry for those old people who have spent their entire lives building a beautiful life for their children,who they didn’t knew,will drop them to old age homes.I am really sorry for that housewife who works night and day without a proper payment and holiday and is still demeaned as “jobless”.

I am really sorry for that kid whose parents left him at orphanage.I am sorry for that girl who was teased by some boys who claim to love their mothers and sisters.I am sorry for that old lady who has to sell vegetables at corner of a road to survive.

I am sincerely sorry as I know everything and can’t still help you.I am really very sorry.

The connection !

I am sorry if it hurts somebody reading this,but I don’t believe in relationships.For me relationships may get old with time and may eventually die but the connection is always alive.

Desperately observed that what keeps a relationship alive is connection and what eventually kills a connection is relationship.To be noted,here I am taking about infatuations or may be crushes.When you start living someone you just love everything about them.They are absolutely flawless for you.But when you come closer to them,you begin to notice all the flaws.

This is the reason why friendship ends,marriages are broken.

This is life,whereby every person who sympathizes with our problem at the right time,seems to be our soulmate.We are so desperate to be loved that we end up being doubly hurt.

The connection I am talking about will come in your life at the right time.That right time may be little longer and may seem to be a lifetime for you but TRUST ME, when it comes ,you don’t have to run behind love ,instead love will follow you wherever you go.

Wait and watch.!

Why?

It’s about HER-

Being eldest daughter in the joint family,she was always expected to be mature.She was expected to be a little more understanding,a little more sensible and a little more patient.And more importantly she was taught that she had to fulfill all the expectations.They never knew that their harmless expectations actually snatched away little girl’s innocence.Her words lost the chirpiness,her excitement was now changed into sensibility.She found out at once that now she is an adult.No matter how much she missed bed time stories,she had to sleep alone in darkness.And the worst part is there was no going back.

She grew up to be an adult in practical terms.But now,she noticed that even after growing up she had no right to take her decisions because she was a child and she didn’t know what was right for her.Like really? But she never protested because she loved them too much to question them.

She accepted everything as it was.But then one day she questioned herself that why is she never allowed to be a child.Why she was told to be mature when she was a child?And why was she expected to be dependent when she was actually mature?

Was she not a human? Wasn’t she allowed to make mistakes.?Why was there no one to enjoy the child inside her?Why no one understood that she was afraid of darkness.?Why did no one just let her be?

Her smile was taken away.The child inside her almost suffocated and died.Her dignity was always attacked.Her personality was questioned.

Why? No one knew.