Meraki Blots

A vintage soul♥️

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Pale, translucent and shining skin.

Eyes of hope, yet face all mystery

Akin yet screaming different from her kin,

She wouldn't be found twice by history.

Moulded of uncut ice and raging fire,

Exuding pure innocence...And also poison when dire.

Lacking perhaps her sense,

Clouded and swathed as she was,

By her tangled up emotions.

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Love isn't cruel, we make it cruel. By making a sport of it, turning it into a game, a pastime. We make love cruel, sad, adjusting and in the end, heartbreaking.

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Love is not love unless it is not "mad in love with you."

Care is not care unless it's not "worried to death about you."

Love isn't love if you're aren't ready to sacrifice your comfort and needs for someone whom you "love".

Care is not care if you're OK with hurting someone's feelings for the sake of your needs.

Love isn't love unless there are disagreements and issues, and later on patching up and forgiving.

Care isn't about cheering up or offering advice, and

Love isn't about red roses and hugs and kisses.

Love and Care is about loving and caring, for the people you love and care about, with all that you have got.

Care is taking care of the feelings and person of the people you care about.

Love is about loving the people you love, not blind to their faults, but helping them to overcome their flaws.

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Pause. Close your eyes. Breathe in. Breathe out.

Till...

You feel your lips curve into that soft soothing smile.

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Sometimes, I think of all those people who hurt me, who made me feel like I'm nothing to them, like I'm just part of the wall. I think of them and I wish I could hurt them the same way. Maybe I could, but I know I wouldn't be able to. Because, every time I look at them, I see the person whom I once believed in. Blindly. I remember the warmth that spread through me when she called me her friend for the first time, I see that bright lazy smile he sometimes flashed, and the sisterly way she hooked my arm and walked me around, that badass attitude they once had for my haters and that protective stance maintained around me when they thought I was crumbling. I see the good things in them that I would love always, probably. I see all this and I... I pull back. They are my friends. I tell myself. I repeat the words. Over and over again. They taste bitter though.

But the gist of it sure is ironic.

They can hurt me all they want, because I'm tolerant to my pain, but I can't hurt them, because I'm intolerant to their pain.

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So I know Valentines day is like the D-Day for couples and also The day of the couples. But what if it doesn't always have to be about lovers all the time? Why not spend the day with your friends and family?What if Valentine's day is the Day of Love and not the Day of Lovers? And we are all lovers anyway. One way or the other. There's platonic love, conjugal love, parental love, divine love, amorous love, love between siblings. So many kinds of love and why then, do we attribute love or Valentine's day to romantic love alone, always?

A Valentine's day spent with a friend who was there to pick you up each time you fell, and who rushes to your defense, in an almost animalistic way when you're attacked, who has been through thick and thin with you, who always sticks by your side, is so much precious and special. Now compare that to spending it with your romantic partner who might have recently crash landed in your life, know nothing about you and definitely wouldn't have any idea about your personality, your insecurities, your strengths. Spending Valentine's day with a partner who loves you tenderly might be special, but spending it with your friends and family who have always been your solid pillars of strength would probably make them and you feel ballistically ecstatic. Try not to celebrate just one form of love on Valentine's day with a single person. Try to celebrate all forms of Love on a Valentine's day with all of your cherished souls.

C'mon I dare you to! :)

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For some of us, books are as important as almost anything else on the planet. What a miracle it is that out of these small, flat, rigid squares of papers, unfolds world after world after world, worlds that sing to you, comfort and quiet or excite you. Books help us understand who we are and how we are to behave. They show us what community and friendship mean, when to let our guard down and when to barricade our minds, they show us how to live and die.

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You wish you could’ve learned to play piano. You wish you could’ve started painting when you were young. You wish you could’ve figured out who you wanted to be before you graduated college. You wish you could’ve learned to love yourself sooner. Well you know what? You didn’t. And that’s just something you’re going to have to learn to deal with. But just because you didn’t do it sooner, doesn’t mean you can’t start now. Um... So what are you waiting for?

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Stop saying “uneducated” when you mean bigoted. Stop saying “uneducated” when you mean racist, homophobic, transphobic, ableist. Stop saying “uneducated” when you mean that somebody holds regressive beliefs. You can find bigots in mansions, trailer parks, suburbs, houses, and apartments. You can find bigots in ivy league universities, liberal arts colleges, vocational programs, and jobs. Bigotry of all kinds exists at all levels of our society and to pass off our structural inequalities and learned intolerances as simply a matter of poor education is to imply that the wealthy are more compassionate, more egalitarian, more valuable people.  

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“Please don’t leave me,” tumbles from my lips before I can stop myself. “Never. I promise I’ll never leave you,” you reassure and I feel your lips brush my forehead. We’re so young right now though. The lump in my throat rises with the knowledge that your promise is almost sure to be broken, but I can’t bring myself to tell you right now. Not as I lean into you, head on your chest listening to your heartbeat, so I tighten our laced fingers and pretend to believe.

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दिल के पास अगर दिमाग होताना, वो कबका हार चूका होता | और अगर उल्टा होके, दिमाग के पास दिल रेहता, तो वो भी हारता | लेखिन, जब दिल और दिमाग, दोनो एक साथ फैसला लेते हे, तब वो जाके बनते हे, एक अस्ली और मज़भूत फैस्ला |

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The space. A tapestry of glittering stars, constellations. Orion, Lyra and Aquila adorn the watercolour canvas of the sky. A unique masterpiece. One of a kind. One in a thousand million. The sky is infinite; deep blues and pale lavenders streak across the sky, enveloped by inky blue black. The colour of the unknown. Of possibilities. Of wonder. 

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An oasis. A glittering pool of water in a vast, arid desert. Shining like a star, a mirage in an ashen sky. It's glamour and allure draws many from the world, attracted them into a life that could be, like a immense magnetic force. Beautiful and fleeting. Isolated yet all encompassing. Reclusive yet refreshing. Hope in the form of earthly elements.

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Books piled up creating towers and fortresses. Pens of all colours, scratching on paper. Ink stains on fingers and hands that are red and raw from work. The smell of old textbooks and the musty air of old libraries. Heavy, humid and enough to lull anyone into slumber. Coffee and chocolate wrappers and lamps burning slowly into the small hours of the morning. Students with bags under their eyes and bags on their shoulders. 

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Write a to do list.

Attempt to do one task for 5 minutes.

Do not force yourself to continue.

Make a cup of tea or coffee.

Non caffeinated herbal tea if you are feeling anxious.

Coffee if you’re used to it!

Take a nap with warm blankets

maybe you need a full break from your work.

Watch your favorite movie but do not allow yourself to continuously stare at the screen for hours on end.

Surprisingly this act of focus can help you to later be motivated to focus on a task later!

Read one chapter of your favorite book.

Take a shower in dim lighting (but stay safe)

If do not have options for dim lighting, try leaving your phone flashlight on near your shower, but again do not do this if you are setting yourself up to slip (or your phone for that matter!)

Aromatherapy, grab some essential oils and just smell them, see how it makes you feel.

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The sun is shining brightly. The leaves bright green, wave gently in the breeze that flits in and out the tree, teasing it. They rustle, and make dappled patterns on the soft brown earth. The luscious fruits swing temptingly on the bowed branches. The pepperpot squirrel runs after her husband chattering aloud his outrages. The cuckoo is cooing to woo his new mate. The mynah sidling upto her only mate for life, quirking her head funnily whenever he chirped. The purry cat watching them from her spot on the wall, is too lazy to bother to chase them. The puppy playfully tries his best to catch his own tail, but fails each time. Birds chirping and twittering, the breeze calm and soothing, the white cotton candy clouds contrasting sharply with the azure blue sky stretching out in all directions. The red roses are blooming in abundance. And the jasmines give off their heavenly scent. As the sky changes from azure to orange and then takes on a pinkish tint, sitting on the swing under the branches of the wizened yet stout old mango tree, I look at the pretty scene painted before my eyes with quiet content. If my eyes had ever been hungry in life, they just had had the biggest spread ever. I look at the red sun shining softly, splashing the sky with shades of pink, a warm orange and even lilac and smile, in pure bliss.