Waited and waiting

Some say waiting is such a sweet experience while the rest of the human race refrain from the heartache. I have waited for a couple of things in life and still am waiting for the rest in the wishlist. Waiting can be both sweet and painful but what keeps people going is the hope. The hope that someday somehow their pursuits will be entirely their own reality though the odds rather seem depressing.

We are driven by the beliefs we create to go another day looking at an empty space. We run faster than yesterday, we imagine the future to be closer, we beautify the pursuit and we enrich ourselves with optimism. Some make it to the finish line while the rest throw in the towel. There is also a pitiful crowd who surrender to the pain of the lost battle.

How long is it alright to wait? And what is actually worth waiting for? Isn't time more valuable than the hopes we ourselves create? We can surely answer all of this but can one not second guess himself after convincing the mind? 

It's tiresome to go days looking at an egg to hatch. It's painful to stare at a wound hoping it will heal someday. It's also blissful to think that all that may happen if we give our priceless time. What is life without sacrifices, right?

So wait. You may have travelled miles to unlock that one door, you may have missed a few amazing sights while getting there, you may be all by yourself,  but it's alright. Let the promises of what could be behind it move you. We win some we lose some, that's life. You need to invest in some risks to reap memorable experiences.

Wait and keep waiting. Good things come to those who ....?? Waste some time folks, it could later be the profit you made without even realising.

Renuka G

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Easy.

 I have stumbled upon many instances which left me confused of people and their decisions. At times I myself look back at my choices wondering why. Easy. The chosen option was easier than the rest, that's the answer. Most of the time we are tempted into taking the easy route to avoid many things we fear. We stubbornly insist on staying clear of further arguments, burning bridges, losing dignity and often times, resisting change that might occur. We rather take an illegal u-turn instead of a big round, simply because it's easy.

Is easy always right though?

Renuka G

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The embodiment

Can you recognize me? I am hiding behind every pause in your speech. I make you happy in the times I fail to explode your brain. You know you own me but, dare you admit? 

We have been like flesh and blood when the lights are off, why does the brightness of the world scare you away ? Are you trying to run? Or are you just hiding exactly where you know I would find you? Because you know I need you to be alive and more than that I know you need me for another moment of glory .

It's not mutualism, you are a parasite. One day you will annihilate me like I never existed, maybe today, this moment, the next second. Do I really exist now though? I don't know. Should it be my concern? Am I supposed to unravel the skeletons in your closet? 

But can you recognise me ?

You created me and you will destroy me. Meanwhile, you are holding every key to tune me, you dress me up, you accessorise me, you teach me words you want to hear, you show me the life you crave, and yet you stand in front of the mirror, alone. You never left a trace of me. You stole my reflection but nobody would ever know. 

I am the enemy you disguised. The existence which you solely built and will keep building that you despise and loathe secretly.

Can you recognise me now?

I'm your conscience. 

Renuka G

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The shoe mojo

All girls share a weakness or two. Some have their hearts beat for diamonds, some can't stand luxury brands while the rest for other things they covet. My ultimate weakness is for shoes. High heels, sandals, boots, stilettos, none are exempted. Everything under the family of shoes makes my heart skip a beat. Shoes excite me and at the same time troubles me in some ways.

It's complicated. As much as I go gaga over shopping for footwears, it irks me to find a perfect pair. The worst case scenario would be when you go against the grammar rules and define a few pairs as perfect leaving you to make a decision  that will force you to break up with some of the nominees. Goodbyes do hurt. So bad! If you are lucky though, you could take home a few boxes like it's your birthday! ( or like the boss is your man ?)

Shoes. A girl can never have enough shoes. I wonder who discovered that truth. It's a like an addiction you keep wanting more and more. They come in various styles, numerous colours and with a fat bank balance you can even design a special one for yourself or invest in those designer pairs which are just a swipe of a card away from being your possession. 

Donning a new pair of shoes brings the excitement similar to that of a girl on her first date. The anxiety if they would keep you comfy, whether it's ok to walk on rough surfaces at the same time not being able to resist the joy of finally showing the world the chosen one. The mixed feelings  which would leave you questioning your own self, can a pair of shoes does this much?

Well I can't make you feel how I have felt. I'm just desperate for a new pair of sandals and possibly boots. My sanity seems to be at stake searching for perfection, hence this nonsensical post.

That is that!

Good night!

Renuka G

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Chicken and calories

Lately I have been feeling like a sick chicken even though I'm nowhere close to a hike in temperature or a reduced appetite. Low haemoglobin count could be the culprit but I have decided to not bring that to the stand. A felon on lease always since, I'm too scared of visiting the doctor's office. Blame the medicinal smell! (Dear kids in any government schools please disregard  the previous just to save my rapport at all future encounters that may exist)

I specifically chose to describe myself as a sick chicken because I feel tired for no reason and chicken seems to be an animal that is both adorable and feeds me well in many ways. I love chickens, therefore it is an honour I gave myself via comparison.  

Being home and attempting to cook various dishes would make  me prone to weight gain on daily basis. Hence, this time once again I'm abiding by my fabfitfun (that's the name of a celebrity blog I stole) principle which makes exercising a daily routine. Prickly since it has been close to two months that I was busy pampering my body, it seems to rebel against the calorie burning efforts leaving me like a sick chicken right after a 15 secs-plank. Today I was even about to fall asleep on the mat! Geez!

Why am I complaining? 

Just so it sticks better to my brain as I  rewrote the  scenario. 

Quality workout is crucial because my meals seem to be the richest of quality and, generous of calories. I can't afford to lay on the floor or lay eggs on the yoga mat. If I don't sweat it out enough then I can live on smoothies for the rest of the month! 

Brain, you heard that? Happy? Or you still want that cheesy sphagetti?

Game face on!

Renuka G 

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