When Life as is Feels Like a Series of Serendipities

None of what I have right now is what I was ever looking for, but all of what I have right now is the best that could have ever happened to me.

This job, this city, this liberating feeling that the sea brings, the support and love that I receive from my family, My Sahil, my friends Deepanshi, Bhavna, Shivani, Shilpa my family-like colleagues Shalini and Srejita who count days when I am away, just to pamper me with all that love once I am back, what-all and what-not, I could go on counting them!

Today, as I look back at the 24 years of my life, I come to realize that my life has offered me way beyond what I could have found by myself and I am just grateful.

I believe that all our life is but a jigsaw puzzle. We look for the right piece of the puzzle every moment, whether love, friendship, career, or just the place. But we don't really appreciate how beautiful the jigsaw puzzle looks when we do find and fix the perfect pieces, whether we find it early in our lives or later. Rather we complain about what we have not found yet, and how incomplete the jigsaw is without those pieces!

Sitting with myself in my most favorite month, I think of all the pieces of my puzzle so far and adore how they fit in perfectly and how beautiful the jigsaw of my life looks right now!

Indeed my life is just a collation of a series of serendipities, joining themselves into my own personal jigsawed picture, which looks absolutely adorable right now!

I'm so grateful!

What Long Distance Love Story Feels Like

It's funny how love makes you feel both weak and strong at the very same time! 

It's such a complementary contradiction to live with and go through.

I've spent weeks without seeing my beloved and the very feeling of being loved by him seems like a huge source of strength in those days.

But the moment I see him, I go weak in my knees! Like all I need to live from that moment on, is to be in his physical presence. Like even a minute extra with him is another dose of cocaine rushing through my blood; so addictive that I cannot do without him anymore.

And then when reality hits again, and distance becomes inevitable, we move ahead trying to comfort each other by some tiny expressions of love.

That's when I realized that the distance is not what makes us stronger in love, it's the reminiscence of the previous meeting and the hope for the forthcoming meeting, that makes us sustain everything that makes us go weak in love.

I believe Love and strength go in harmony, just like him and I do. They do seem to be contradicting each other once in a while, but they equally complement each other every other day, and so we blossom in love only when there's enough strength in us to handle what comes with it.