It takes a lot of strength in realizing that not everyone needs to like you, understand you. Society with its norms often predefine rules and expect us to fit into predefine and roles. Yet, the reality is that you are not here to please everyone, because you cannot–and that’s perfectly okay.

In life, there are moments when the lips won’t move, the words won’t come out, no matter how hard you try. It’s as if your soul wants to scream out, desperate to utter unheard voice, but the mouth stay sealed. The inside feels like a thunderstorm–pain and agony with confusion, with a tiny bit of hope–but the outside feels like a desert. The silence feels heavy making it hard, even, to catch your breath.

Being optimistic, hope is a rebellion against despair, “a memory of the future”. A tune that never stops at all. But wait, Nietzsche called hope,“the worst of evils, for it prolongs the torment of man.” With both views, one questions: Is hope a comfort or a curse?

BackgroundThe sun hung high over the dusty horizon as we wandered through the lively Mela (Public Event) in my sandy village, the air full of voices and the scent of historically famous spices from South Asia. Everyone was wearing their cultural dresses shalwar kameez or Dhoti Shalwar. Stalls overflowed with golden jalebis, smoky chaat and steaming cups of chai, each bite and sip a burst of flavor. Kids running through the crowds, chasing each other down. The same way kabadi players chasing enthusiatically. Crowd cheered like warriors. Then came the snake show. A vibrant cultural performance (Jhumar). People sharing laughter. A perfect blend of variety of human beings coming in harmony as they payy tribute to their cultural and traditional values.

I know, what you agree thinking. There’s someone in your life that you have had your eye on and I know, you are thinking to yourself, should I ask them out? Of course, it’s the whole truth. So, I’m going to make this simple for you, okay?

Hello dear fellas, hope you all are doing fine and enjoying the shift. As we know, March is the beginning of Spring season. Season of growth, hope and new love. Though, I love autumn more, but, Spring with its fascinating beauty is beyond explanation.