Writing is therapeutic. Right?

So here starts the journey of writing, writing again. A and I have agreed to write. Write something each day? Maybe for at least an hour or lesser, but we will write. For how long don't know yet, but I feel we will write something. Writing in itself gives me life, makes me liberated, and makes me feel good. The other day my counselor was asking me, what do you do for self care? I said I listen to music, dance, move around...I forgot to say I write, why? Because I am not writing as much as I would otherwise. Writing mostly is therapeutic for me. It acts as a soothing balance. But still I have been skipping writing. Ask me why? and I won't be able to tell. If we keep writing something each day, maybe I would be able to tell some more. After I would finish this maybe I would be able to tell some more too. But yeah! one thing for sure is writing is such a wonderful feeling. Makes the heart go glee. It's a 1 hour for us to write and the fondfulness has already grown, hands don't stop and I am keeping typing. I can hear A typing too (he should be feeling good too? Maybe? Maybe not? We will know in a while :-))!

I like using a picture when I write something. A picture adds some feel in the write, it's a pretty distraction too I agree. Because when I started searching for a picture for this blog, I used up some moments of my writing- though I found a beautiful picture :-)! A girl sitting in the jungle, by the side of the river and writing. How good is the feeling? How so good? I can't tell. Such a pure feeling. Even the thought makes me so happy. Nature is such a good feeling. These are the things of self care right?

Writing is therapeutic...right? :-)

I found a good quote by Oscar Wilde on self-care "to love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance." So rightly said. So nicely said. Many times when we care for whole the world (which we think we do) we forget loving ourselves some more each day. And we need loving ourselves the most each day. Maybe someone telling us they love us, care for us-will make us feel good and loved (it mostly does). Why is there then a dearth of love for ourselves? Why we fear loving ourselves some more? And doing all the good we can do to ourselves?  Why do we step a bit back when it comes to us? Why self-care, self-love is hard even though we never get tired of telling, hey you-I love you. Why can't we take the same approach for ourselves and tell ourselves," hey me! I love you. I love you so much that my life would be nothing without you." This would have given such a nice feeling and helped us grow some more too right?

Dear me,

Please love yourself a bit more. Some more from today.

Yours,
Me

Metta!!
Image: Theodora Goss

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If tomorrow never comes!

After the busy day, they sit before their computer screens and as usual start their convo from two sides of the world. One thing that joins them is this virtual world. Valentine's day is approaching and today is Valentine's eve. They start their love saga with soothing love songs.

He:  Truly Madly Deeply

She: If tomorrow never comes

He:  :-)

She:  What if tomorrow never comes?

He:   That's never a question.

She:  Still I would like to make this question.

He:  (pauses for a while) Do you really want to know?

She:  Yeas!

He:  (takes a deep breath) Yes honey! that tomorrow will never come which won't see us together, loving each other, craving for each other and longing to hold each other for eternity.

That tomorrow will never come where the moon won't shine for us.

She:  oKay! And?

He:  That tomorrow will never come where the stars won't shine for us and shooting stars won't shoot so that we can wish for our togetherness and togetherness will always come true.

But, yes honey! that tomorrow will always come where we will always be one under the warmth of togetherness forever and ever.

****Silence ****

She:  I love you.

He:  I love you more.

#HeSheStories

Metta!
Image Courtesy: The Guardian

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Downpours and Snapshots!

3:10 PM

Adita was reading an e-paper when a desktop alert for an incoming mail stirred her attention. Quickly she swapped in through the mail and read it while she was taking her sip of coffee.

Adita,

Did you wish for the rain? or is it your inner thoughts that has come pouring down as rain? I don't know why, but today I feel the gloominess of your feels in the weather.

Sent from my iPhone

This was the message from Aaditya in her work email. "Aadi hardly send emails as such," she mumbled and that too in her office's email id, this was not him who she has known for years. That does mean he wanted her attention as of now. She had to answer the mail so without a second thought she composed.

Hey Aadi,

You know, I love rains! ⚡⚡ ☔

It was 3:26 when she hit the send button of the email. She had nothing to say much.

Shall we meet today?

Sent from my iPhone

Okay! 4:30 at Gothatar.

Okay!

Sent from my iPhone

The email conversations finished by 3:29 PM. Adita had some pending works, which she had to finish by 4 before she left for the visit. Rain was pouring more and more which kept on hovering her thoughts but she the workaholic was committed to finish her assigned tasks by 4 so got entangled in there.

4:00 PM

She was out of the office with the umbrella in her hand. Slowly she moved towards her destination, it was 25 minutes walk from her office. Bagmati was fluving in no time. She always gets mesmerised by the river, it's beauty, it's peace. She was almost lost in the river while her phone rang. "I am by the bridge," she could listen him smiling. It was 4:20 PM in her new shining black One Plus Two (OPT). She had fallen in love with her phone in no time.

"Aadi is overly punctual," a voice spoke at the back of her head while she took some snaps of Bagmati and moved on.

4:25 PM

She was nearby the bridge where Aadi was playing with his mobile. She didn't speak and watched him from some distance as he seemed so lost with his cell-phone. Adita was used to this scenario. She loved seeing Aaditya and let him be what he wanted to be. Rain splashed some more and Aaditya looked up from the screen.

"Hey! Adita," he came around her giving a hug.

"Shall we stay here for some more time Aadi," she said. He smiled.  

Both of them sat by the roadside bench which consisted of a roof protecting them from the rain. Aaditya was careful enough not to let Adita go in the rain as she just could not withstand soaking in the rain and getting herself sick, a past image of she running in the rain like a kid drew up in his mind.

"I want to try photographing some more. Do you really think it is worthful enough? Have you seen my recent pics?," Aaditya started at his own pace. Before Adita could answer he took his cell phone out and started showing some recent pics he took. "This I clicked from my window as it was raining sometime ago," Aadi showed the pigeons rejoicing in the downpour.

"And see this, the double rainbow--I just love it," he was in self-admiration mode.

"Wow! these are amazing. You should start instagramming and let a wider audience know about them," was her brief say. "Your iPhone will do the justice too," she smiled some more.

********

6:30 PM

Adita was having her coffee at home when suddenly her OPT blinked and showed the notification from Instagram "aadiA started following you"

#HeSheStories !
Pictures: @kanchanojha :-)!

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Why is the sky blue?

"Why is the sky blue?," she asked.

"Did you not read your science book? They have got all the answers right. Let me get on with my studies for now," was his brief say.

She quietened and turned over the pages. In some time their was a beep in her cell, she checked the screen and smiled out.

Why is the sky blue??

#HeSheStories 

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