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Your essence

I like people who have the personality of their own. As sunflower doesn’t have to be a rose just to be adored. It holds so much in itself that no other blossom could. Why does anybody have to act to be recognised in a group? I don’t think you belong in a place where there is nobody to cherish you. The real you without any Instagram or snap chat filter. I’ve seen people trying to fit in knowing it leads to a place where you can’t come back by your own. Changes in human nature is a massive thing. You can’t think about changing it over night.

A writer has different roles to play in every write-up but we don’t adapt or be a character. We know we can’t be a fictional human being who doesn’t exist. There would be a reason why he or she doesn’t because God has created only one edition of you. There is no supplementary and you not respecting his hard work creating you is awful. When I was at my teenage I thought of being someone who listens to everybody and doesn’t even think once before sacrificing. But later I understood that it’s better to say things and to be opinionated about certain.

Your stand shows your temperament and you trying to suppress yourself in this world where everybody is human without having a humane heart. It takes all of you to show what you feel. The only thing which you possess other than your body and soul is your personality. Which can be demonic or angelic doesn’t matter but what matters is showing the real you. In the end, nobody is going to see your kindness if it doesn’t exist within. The one who is seeing you is sitting above and watching all the quirks you do without losing your essence.

Never lose yourself finding someone who doesn’t exist.

Show what’s inside because you can’t act all your life just to please people who aren’t worth it.

There are situations unpredictable, your actions will demonstrate your soul.

Kindness breathes in a heart which doesn’t let go of things which value.

-Riya Shah

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Love (a journey)

I feel love is a journey from attachments to detachments. A journey which is toured many times thinking of the satisfaction which leads to a heavenly feeling of happiness. I won’t have to say things twice though that I have a fondness for it. Of bestowing it wholeheartedly. There were times I reached the top still didn’t discern that it was worth the saunter. At times I didn’t live the journey sometimes. Roaming around places like a maze I could ever finish. Nor with the one I thought I could. From the phase of attachment, I’ve learnt the longing I could have for someone who just came into my life. I could feel oceans of for someone so quickly that my trust is unbreakable for them. For me, even their waves won’t destroy my boat as they have also felt something for me like I do.

Circumstances have been different. I’ve to deal with situations I never thought I’d be facing as it is a journey without hurdles. No, it isn’t. It’s the most impediment misery I could be in and still win it over. I have never started without preparations, so the first time when I thought about giving it a chance I packed all my feelings and sentiments, in a suitcase and vacated from my home. I drove an aeroplane the first time and crashed. Do you know how it feels when you be optimistic about dilemmas won’t get you the way but they don’t? It’s a feeling I thought didn’t exist. So when I was told that I wasn’t a satisfactory guest, I was heartbroken. Depression locked me in a dark room filled with sorrow. After a year I opened the door again thinking now I’ll visit places I didn’t like and still live in them. I spent a million on materials and never bothered about the place. I lived in lodging which was somebody’s property and finished it.

A human when thinks that his actions wouldn’t affect him but others, he is wrong. So was I. After destroying somebody’s dwelling I thought I would live in peace. I was miserable after I left. Again I locked myself up in a room. This time I wasn’t feeling the darkness but the little satisfaction that I’ve conveyed my sentiments and then left it in a place which wasn’t possessed by me. I did this many times, every time I felt a little upset and then moderate. One day I felt like going to the Himalayas. So I packed my bag again, this time I loaded it with my sentiments, emotions and self-love. Halfway I covered it with bus and the other half I had to walk. Attachment began when I left my home vacant as before. The journey was long and I reached after a long time of endeavours but safely.

That was my last attachment and I never got detached. That day I was at the top ending and the view was worth every wondering I’ve ever left my home for. I stayed because everything from the start was beautiful. The journey was beautiful too.

So when I say love is like a journey I mean prepare yourself for it. Don’t try to hurry to the verge cause the path is important more than the end. Live it, put efforts and don’t ever forget to first love yourself.

-Riya Shah