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It’s him

I closed my eyes. He said that closing your eyes eliminated 80% of your distractions.

Recently I had started realizing that all the things he said were true- once I realized it. He said that if I calm myself and stop my thoughts- which, like he had said, was difficult- then I will be able to experience things that I could never feel in my normal state of being. I could feel the grass on my back, the warmth of the sun on my skin and the coolness where the shade hid me. I could hear the chirping of the birds around me, the flap of the wings of the crows as the landed heavily on the branches of the trees and the squeaks of the squirrels on their quest to find nuts. I could follow the path of my breathing as I deliberately slowed it down. I could hear my heartbeats against the heartbeats of the boy on whose chest my head lay. I could feel the smile blossom on my lips and the joy bloom in my being. It was wondrous what even thinking of this boy could do to me. And being close to him was nothing short of magic. His deep words, his philosophical thinking, his caring eyes and loving gestures. How was I so lucky to have someone like him? He wouldn’t even let me think that he deserved someone better than me. I still wondered sometimes though. And he would catch me thinking so every time, kiss me and tell me that he had the best girl in the world. I smiled. This was exactly what had happened a few minutes back, before I lay on his chest in this garden. I craned my neck to get a better look at his beautiful face. He was already looking at me. ‘Stop thinking of it. I never make bad choices, and as far as I am concerned, you are the best one I ever made. If anyone was to think of that question, it would be me.’ He smiled and kissed me once more.

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Colors of Mumbai

Mumbai.

For people who don’t stay in Mumbai, Mumbai consists of Bombay, Navi Mumbai, Thane and Thane Gramin.

Bombay with its old British buildings and structures, famous parks, museums, fountains, maidans, stations, colleges, landmarks, festivals, Taj and Dharavi. Where people went street shopping, wore the street-bought but most in-fashion clothes. Where trains and feet were the most common mode of travel. Where everyone is too busy to go for vacations.

Navi Mumbai with its clean roads, well-lit wine shops, glass buildings, humongous malls, costly commercial parks, well maintained swimming pools and brand-shops. Where everyone wore nothing but brands, used nothing but brands. Where everyone had either a Volkswagen, Audi, BMW or Benz. Where everyone went abroad for tours.

Thane with its dusty and crowded roads, upcoming and haphazard buildings, rickshaws, lakes, electronics shops, malls, art theatres, temples, chawls, kulfi and gold-jewellery shops. Where comfort mattered more than brands, where simple brands were appreciated. Where Toyota, Hyundai, Maruti Suzuki, Tata and Ford worked the best. Where people went for vacations to the nearby hillstations.

Thane Gramin with its grainy roads, shanty four-storey buildings, super markets, chawls and slums, creeks, gutters and Saturday weekly markets. Where affordability was the limit of purchase and comfort was the criteria of use. Where rickshaws, motorbikes, cycles and trains worked the most. And where the best trip was that to the village.

Those are the different colors of Mumbai, the city of dreams. Where everyone has a niche in which they can fit in, work in, make a living in. No color can be looked down upon. For every aspect serves a purpose and contains a lifestyle; a contingent of people struggling through life. Everything that I have mentioned above is worth living through, because each will teach us how to live life in different ways. And if this one city has so much to teach then just imagine, how much does the world have in store for us?

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Pursuit Of Perseverance

It all happened in different ages, in different places. In India- Sage Valmiki wrote the Ramayana. In Jerusalem, Christ was proclaimed the son of god, and in Saudi Arabia, Prophet Mohammed was believed to be the messenger of god. As it has been since the beginning of time and the dawn of this era, religions were followed. Different religions, different people and different lifestyles. But that was no measure for discrimination; no reason to uproot their way of living, their lifestyles and their homes. Everyone lived in the same society followed their religion and helped one another prosper.

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