LoveinthetimeofQuarantine

Do you ever find yourself endlessly mentally replaying situations in which you wish you’d performed differently? You wish you hadn’t said that dumb thing. You wish you’d volunteered for that project that’s now winning accolades. You wish you’d spoken up. You wish you hadn’t dropped the ball with that potential client. Overthinking in this way is called rumination. While we worry about what might occur in the future, we ruminate about events that have already happened. A ruminative reaction to an event often triggers memories of similar situations from the past and an unproductive focus on the gap between the real and ideal self. Prompted by this one event, you begin to chastise yourself for not being more of something…organized, ambitious, smart, disciplined, or charismatic. Rumination isn’t just unpleasant. It’s closely linked to poor problem-solving, anxiety, and depression. The good news is that there are effective solutions for breaking yourself out of this rut, and the...

Six months in the second busiest city of the world, the thought never struck before.  Can one feel isolated in a town where every person toils for some more space.  A place that never sleeps, should have one soul awake with you for reaching out when you sink.  However progressive life would be, this feeling always remains the same for any woman who faces the loss of life. Pain doesn't decrease, it grows with time.  The void just keeps bloating and every wrong conversation pierces more than silence.   Mind keeps swirling in circles and in a loop that is hard to break and let yourself free.  How does one free from the negative thoughts? When to stop blaming oneself?  Is it the city to be blamed that has accepted with open arms? The person next to you who has been nothing less than a perfect companion?  Or just the fact that things happen for they are meant to?  Yet again with the slightest hope, move ahead and make peace,  In the seco...

A legendary tale, does it always have a happy ending. Perhaps never, for we always relate to pain more than happiness. The cord of pain is much more powerful than any other emotion.  Would two people having completely opposite scales of emotions live under a roof. I just started on the journey with one so too early to respond. But there are somethings that I can respond to, including an episode which probably shouldn't occur in a married woman's life.  Young couple, in thoughts forayed to walk together for a lifetime, stumbling with each others' emotions every passing day. Is either right or not, none can judge. Then why the fight? Does neither melt. Yes, he does. The hurting part, he is standing at the start of the tunnel where the end of the darkness is seldom visible.  And this time, it got a little too dark. Was he at fault? Did he not know which tunnel to tread on? He is a writer and this was his first expedition. The world's his maze and he knows all the right pat...

It hit again, this morning, on the drill to office.  A road we tred with caution, a road that has become a lifeline for us,  And the one we fear the most!  But is it the real fear?  Or the one we fight in our lives everyday.  Choosing to take the path that leads to least conflicts. With others!  Slowly roasting ourselves over a slow flame,  Pacing to meet the expectations, some unsaid, most in silence!  Is the meat medium rare or yet to be.  Everyday waking up with a hope, That Monday Blues don't glow, Cruising through the struggle of this road, 'Tale of Two Worlds' - is the story of, Every household in this city!

They say Indian wedding's the most chaotic event for families. So much so that 'runaway brides' and 'grooms' is not just in movies. The feeling does come often when you are the one who is put on spot for possibly the first and last time in your life. Pre-wedding jitters, constant nagging over nothings, feeling scared with every move, no move, the zeal to control one's thoughts and failing everytime; yes all is true. But this is a general emotional troll with possibly all couples who decide to fall prey to wedding of India.  What is special at times is an uncertain long distance courtship with someone you never have met for more than four times in your life and in the 21st century with such a conservative value system. Their worlds which they beautifully carved out are poles apart in every manner. She's still the innocence he once was. He's just the perfect rational balance she desires to have. She's the unchained thought he is breaking free for and h...

As of this chapter there had to be a corrollary. Why so? It goes down the memory lane as one with my last female flatmates. And to put a count on those, these two would be my 24th and 25th ones (I actually counted again to ensure no error this time). Was the last stretch of this journey a long one, probably not. But at times, duration doesn't matter. All that does is respectful spaces, silent understandings and fights that hurt all. After all, we hurt the ones we love. When you stay away from home for such a long time and meet two supercharged souls who just got out from their cocoons to breathe the fresh air, what follows is an internal conflict. When to say, when to restraint. When to take charge, and when to retract and sit back. Every person comes in life with a purpose and this one for me brought my self-respect which was quite shattered. It's truly said, pain attracts pain and love pulls love. When one chapter of life shuts, something is in store. This home brought silenc...