Well, so finally i have something that I can call a blog of my own.
'The Broken Clock' is my attempt to stop the 'mad-race' clock for a few minutes, to take a bit of time-out to see the things,situations,dreams,and realities of our life with a different perspective.
The simple things in life are often the ones we end up making a mess of, the things that should be said are the ones we keep gulping down our throats.Not because we don't want to. But because it's hard and we are scared.We are scared of not living our dreams,scared that our efforts won't be appreciated,scared of not being loved back.Scared of this and scared of that.
But for what? The only thing that inhibitions brought along ever, is more inhibitions.The more we feed our fears and doubts, the more they grow.
So, I'd be the girl who likes to take her share of time to figure things out. I'd be the girl who tries to hold the book at a distance, to see what's written more clearly.I'd be the girl who likes to play when the risks run high, the girl who apologizes when she's sorry, is indifferent when she's not, the one who calls up when she misses you and likes to keep things simple, the one who 'spits it out', and also the one who can be a real whiner at times, with her being vocal about almost anything and everything.
But above all, I'd be the girl who likes looking at a broken clock for sometime.For, looking at it somehow is comforting.It's good to let yourself know that it's okay not to be in a hurry all the time.
Right now what i feel like one of those tiny swallows, perched at the edge of a wall, waiting for their first flight, just like I wait for mine as I am about the hit 'publish' to my first ever blog post.
Feels great, eh!
'The Broken Clock' is my attempt to stop the 'mad-race' clock for a few minutes, to take a bit of time-out to see the things,situations,dreams,and realities of our life with a different perspective.
The simple things in life are often the ones we end up making a mess of, the things that should be said are the ones we keep gulping down our throats.Not because we don't want to. But because it's hard and we are scared.We are scared of not living our dreams,scared that our efforts won't be appreciated,scared of not being loved back.Scared of this and scared of that.
But for what? The only thing that inhibitions brought along ever, is more inhibitions.The more we feed our fears and doubts, the more they grow.
So, I'd be the girl who likes to take her share of time to figure things out. I'd be the girl who tries to hold the book at a distance, to see what's written more clearly.I'd be the girl who likes to play when the risks run high, the girl who apologizes when she's sorry, is indifferent when she's not, the one who calls up when she misses you and likes to keep things simple, the one who 'spits it out', and also the one who can be a real whiner at times, with her being vocal about almost anything and everything.
But above all, I'd be the girl who likes looking at a broken clock for sometime.For, looking at it somehow is comforting.It's good to let yourself know that it's okay not to be in a hurry all the time.
Right now what i feel like one of those tiny swallows, perched at the edge of a wall, waiting for their first flight, just like I wait for mine as I am about the hit 'publish' to my first ever blog post.
Feels great, eh!
Reading this, I felt the same contentment and nervous excitement that I would have felt had this been my own blog. :) <3
ReplyDeleteI have that warm subtle giddiness, that fresh anticipation, doing something that I like... and I hope I have a long way to go :)
ReplyDeleteI guess I won't be wrong, if I say We have always had that connection. Surprisingly, Our thoughts have always converged. somehow. somewhere.
ReplyDeleten the way you put them into words, is simply Amazing.
like you know I'm bad with words, this is gonna be great n special. for me! :)
so, like I always say, keep up the good work girl.
and yeah,
I'd like too be that Girl too! :)
well! First i must say, you have a way with words yourself, so set aside this 'I'm bad with words'. you are not... and the connection, yes! I am glad we have it. :)
Deleteyour way of writing, expressing your thoughts, very well penned down :)
ReplyDeletethank you Ritesh :)
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