There are two types of people you acquaint with,
-The ones whom you DON’T want, that they hear what you say about them behind their back.
-The ones whom you WANT, that they hear what you say about them behind their back!
But always remember,
How you see the other person is merely a reflection of your own!
Not Sure if life is directionless or pointless!
No one is ever wrong, people just have different perspectives.
There’s no better expression of love than expressing it itself.
Since the very beginning of mankind, love has been there. It was there between Adam and God. It was there between Adam and Eve. As it is one of the best and purest feelings in the world.
Since then people have come and go writing about love. From the cozy, goosebump, butterflies and wonderful master pieces to the dreadful and heart broken poetry. Many ordinary and extraordinary writers, authors, philosophers, poets and people whose only identity was that they loved so truly and therefore they are still remembered, have done their finest jobs of exquisitely, enthusiastically and with all their heart and soul writing about love.
From praising their loved ones,
To the broken heart.
“In their love I made them my lord but forgotten that I had God is to many not to one.”
Since the very beginning to today’s modern and digital world. Love has been the most written topic and you can imagine the tons of stuff by far.
The beauty of love is that every piece either well nurtured or poorly built, If you’re in love you’ll find it as if it’s on you. As if the indescribable feeling either amazing or heart broken had finally been spoken.
The irony of love is that at the same time nothing seems to actually fit on it. As if the greatest authors have failed to actually explain the very phenomenon of love. As if nothing could praise the beauty of the person I love.
Now every lover has it’s own words, it’s own expressions and it’s own way of describing it.
For me in Life sometimes,
Love is not about HAVING the person you love.
It is about letting go of the person you love for their own good.
Love is not about mourning over the love you didn’t get.
It is about not being able to mourn over them because of them.
Love is not about spending lives together.
It is about spending lives alone knowing they got better.
Love is not about sacrificing yourself.
It is about stepping forward and making them sacrifice. (In all honesty that is the biggest sacrifice you can make)
Even if their happiness is you and you know that it’s all in vain,
Love is not about being happy in love.
It is about chosing their happiness over yours.
As I was finding a place to calm and sit down and complete a book a friend had asked me to write. I needed a good place to hangout. A café or something that lets me sit, use their wifi, eat or drink and let me write on my laptop without giving me the ‘looks’.
I landed on this amazing place on M.M Alam Road Lahore, ‘Butlers Chocolate Café’ The reception guy was very generous and helpful, I asked him if I could do my work and he was kind enough to let me sit without even asking me what I’d like to order first or anything. Made me seated and gave me the wifi password without giving me the look.
I ordered after a while, and continued writing my book with earphones in my ears. I disturbed them a lot though asked their password at least 4,5 times but all of the waiters were amazing and they didn’t mind at all. They were quite helful and friendly.
I sat there and wrote for like two hours or more. No looks no one checking up on me nothing. The mocha shake was amazing as well and they give you their free chocltae. Win win situation.
Even though I’m out of my budget as I’m a student and because the prices were quite high but the environment and ambience they provide is totally worth it. They even have a charger socket for your laptop I mean come one 😀
It is by far the best palce. A must go to for all the writers and people who like some meditation time.
Suggestion credits : Mangobaaz.
Sometime in life all you need is support and someone on you side, walking with you side by side maybe holding your hand and syncing step by step.
Just walking with you, talking and sharing.
Support is often under rated you know. We don’t realize it’s value and significance until we lose it. It’s much more powerful than we think it’s often said that “One and One makes Eleven”
It’s not necessary that it should be a ‘Lover’ but they should love you.
Let me elaborate what and why I just wrote,
I was home alone today and so was my grandma, she didn’t know that I was at home she thought that she was home alone. Let me tell you something, old age is hard and lonely. Too lonely. Specially In my grandma’s case who has spent her whole life with my grandfather so closely and interdependently and so full of love, and now when he’s gone you can imagine the height of her loneliness.
So even though we never leave her alone at home because of her illness she was forced to believe that she was home alone by the thorns of loneliness in her heart.
I was sitting on the couch when I saw her coming out of her room without the help of her stick that she carry. I was a little surprised that she was walking almost okay without her stick, I mean obviously she wasn’t walking all right as she is quite old and she actually needs a stick.
But as soon as I approached her to help her she didn’t take my hand but she was able to walk better as we accompanied together to the living room talking and laughing.
I started having flashbacks that when ever I escort her to someplace we talk and share and laugh a lot. And even when she’s ill if I go to her and simply talk and make her smile, she starts feeling better.
She didn’t take my hand or support she was walking on her own and it was as if she was walking with support because in her mind she was holding my hand or walking by my support because I assume that in her mind it wasn’t the walking with holding my hand or support perception that had made impact on her memory but actually the laugh, advices and the talking which was actually providing her the support and that’s what she remembered…
-May Allah Bless her with the best of health, she is the love of my life, my biggest supporter,admirer and an amazing ‘Angelic’ human being.
So never underestimate the power of support people, It is far more stronger than you think it is.
Sometimes someone is your support and you don’t know it and you are someone else’s support and both of you don’t know it.
Appreciate it before you lose it or make someone lose yours!
It is said that,”Friends are the family, you choose”
I suppose I’m lucky enough that my best friends are actually my family.
Sometimes all you need is someone there for you. It’s not necessary if they should be perfect for you or you have the same habits and stuff. Even if you don’t agree on most things or have different opinions.
But as long as there’s love and bond all these things don’t matter.
Because that’s what friendship is like.
No matter how busy they are or where they are as long as there’s friendship nothing matters. You don’t need a psychiatrist or anything all you need is a sitting and hangout with them. You just sit there talking, sharing, bursting out your emotions, frustration and depression. And as soon as you leave the place you’re as light as a new born.
Allhamdulilah I’m blessed with the best.
Even though I was stupid enough that I wanted to deal the most difficult time of my life which was the past few days and weeks and still is actually. Maybe I was underestimating their power or something but I thought that I should not bother them and try to deal this on my own but what I realized after meeting her yesterday was that I’m nothing without them. But all i wanted was to take care of them, I mean they have problems of thier own and she hardly shares them, ofcousre they do this for me but still I should control mine too so that they can deal with theirs easily but All it lead to was depression, hunger and slow death. I realized that sometimes in life one soul is not enough to deal with life’s shit and you need people by your side who know you and whom you know you can count on with your life.
Sometimes you can’t just thank them enough, sometimes thankyou ain’t enough and sometimes you can’t tell them how much you love them enough.
One meeting and it heals it all. You guys sort my shit out better than me. Obviously.
This one’s out to The Amazing Sadaf khala and The Genius Qasim Bhai out of many more.
She was perfect, And she was mine, I was imperfect, But she was still mine.