Musings by Taniya

Do you know the hardest thing about love??? I think it's staying in love.   Falling in love is damm easy. Vibes match, thoughts match or we get attracted physically, emotionally, intellectually, there can be an innane number of reasons. The attraction is reciprocated and we are madly in love. Flattering compliments, love bombing, soul mates stuff!! But what about after ?? What about when honeymoon high wears off and those heart shaped red coloured glasses through which we envisioned our love and lover comes off?? What happens when reason, practicality, responsibilities, distractions, goals, reality jump in the middle ?? What happens when we begin to see their flaws and our insecurities begin their endless whisper?? Do we stay and fight it out, or run, or worse keep the other person hanging onto a possibility?? That is the toughest part of love.  The choice that defines 2 lives. We have to make it every second, minute and day we are in love. To stand by them against all odds, t...

Voices left unspoken and unheard Her words silenced In the cacophony of opinions Her all dreams were shattered. She once dreamt of flying high  But the freedom was merely an illusion  Under the garb of realism. Now she shrivels slowly  In the name of compromise  Adjusting to others moods and idiosyncracies  Losing herself over and over. Still her voice remains the unheard  Her silent screams ignored  Till she shattered loudly and desperately Now labelled a banshee She is denigrated for her outbreaks .

“Success” and “happiness”  I wanted it all. From young to as I grew old, It's meaning has changed with each passing fall. When I was small I wanted prizes and accolades  Cheers of my peers and persons And a large entourage I got it all and yet wanted some more...  As youth came to me success got a new meaning. Slowly those wins lost its shine,  Now I wanted money and promotion.   The curse of maturity, barter of our soul  and I raced to climb a never-ending staircase. Every win became a predecessor  To yet another unachieved dream and desire. Desire – the ringmaster made me do tricks Slowly the audience stopped clapping  and left me all alone As I won and lost what I desired there and then. Happiness and bliss flitted away and left me with emptiness in my core as I found a new meaning to the feeling of bliss I earlier thought was an outcome of success. As I get older and a little bit wiser Wiser – am I delusional!!!!  It's meaning has ch...

While the millennials were going through an existential crisis , in walked the G en Z , a generation I hold utmost respect for. They saw the world change, technology advance and so did they. Unlike their predecessors and successors they are not a lost generation . They have taken ownership of their life with finesse and aplomb. I am in awe of their control and vision.  This is a generation that redefined mental and emotional health and brought it to the forefront. A generation that showed strength and character does not lie in bearing and perseverance, but in self- accountability  and drawing boundaries where needed. A generation that is not bogged down by technology, but uses it to further their means and profession when required, but detox or limit it as soon as it endangers their personal safe space . While we were busy getting bashed up, beaten down, ridiculed and judged in name of concern, mistreated in name of responsibility, and touching feet of everyone under the su...

This might trigger some but recently I have come to the conclusion that we are using self-love as an excuse to let go. I agree loving thyself feels beautiful and liberating. I love that in the recent times we are not only recognising it, but actively investing in ourselves. Its actualisation brings us so much bliss and joy. But when we use it as a means to resist any change, self- improvement or constructive criticism, it is a problem. Self-love in actual sense means to love and accept ourselves freely (mind, body and faults included), all the while striving to improve ourselves and working on creating a better version of ourselves. Don't we always want our possessions and technology to get better over time? Then why stay outdated and stagnating ourselves? Why not make ourselves a little bit better by all means possible? Why not instead of changing the world we start at home with ourselves? What is wrong in slowly steadily and constantly improving ourselves? We tend to use it somet...

Time is finite and time waits for none. Yet time is the resource we waste the most. Time is unpredictable and non- renewable. Yet we spend it senselessly and without thought. Time is so precious and rewarding to those who treasure it. Yet we while it away waiting for the right moment that never comes. Time is now and time is here. But we live our time lamenting the past and fretting the future. Time is so little for plenty, But time is also bountiful for many. But remember time once lost, will never be recovered, unlike money. For some time is never enough, Some want this time to be over and done with,  and then are some in between  Who are not mindful of the time they are living and breathing. Time is running out as I write this and you read it. Yet we while away time in maybes and could have-beens. Time with our loved ones Time doing what we love with passion  Time fulfilling our purpose  Is time lived to its full potential.