N I N E T E E N. ❤

Rajkot, Gujrat.
A colorful city,
Where every soul lives in harmony.
Back to daddy’s home town,
Mumbai,
Where people’s life was no wonder
on the rush mode.

A month old,
Too little to understand a word or speak,
Her daddy says,
She used to cry everytime
If they failed to make her twirl.

2 years passed,
A baby brother was born.
No doubt he was cuter than her
And there is no one else to blame either.

3 years old,
Her first day in KinderGarden,
Her mommy said,
Her pony was like a fountain.
Been in the same school till her 10th grade,
No wonder,
Every grade has a tale,
That will always stay,
A trace of her will always be there.

Somewhere at the age of 7,
her brother was now 5,
He was learning to ride a 4 wheeled bicycle,
While she blew away in her 2 wheel bicycle,
All by herself, with pride.

She is 9 now.
She couldn’t understand the concept of one life,
Learning what the teacher says,
Unaware of the blame games.

12 year old.
She is stumbling in her pursue of grace,
Hunting patience, with avengeance.
She stands out looking up smiling
She thought God was taking her photographs.

15 year old,
Where she understands now,
What she know is true,
But might be incomplete.
When she stays inside, writing,
All she could think was about
How she should be outside, living.

She turned 16 next year,
Her college has already begun.
Fighting new odds and few demons,
But having a poetry,
To always fuel her silence.

Helping someone heal,
Helping someone fall in love,
And believing in all her dreams
To reach the peak.

17 years old,
She gave her most of the time
Wandering if she could be somewhere else,
So this is when she learned to frame the word –
THANKYOU
With the first thing in her breath, every morning;
And last breath, each night;
So when her very last breath comes,
Atleast, she’ll know she was greatful for…
For all the places she was so sure she was not supposed to be,
All the places she made it to,
All the hurts she held,
All the words she wrote.

She is finally 18 now.
Yet the same old tiny girl,
Who people still confuses with 8 year old.
She kissed a bliss this year.
And learned new things.
Striving to be successful,
Spreading smiles became her routine.
Kissed away the pain, thanking it to stop by,
For few things are always worth to have by.

Today. She is 19.
But again, people will still be confused with her to be the nine year old.

Camera snapping,
Eyelids flapping,
Darkest dark,
And the brightest bright.

She still refrains to act her age,
Because the child in her
Is the best part what people craves.

Having big dreams in her small eyes,
Talking with stars and the moon
And still searching for nothing
In the wide void room.

She might be reciting some old poetry rn,
Because it tells her,
Where she was exactly at that moment
And the place she tried to navigate.

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– KinjalParekh. ❤👑

BlissfulBonds. ❤

​(A beautiful peice by my friend Adish sharing his words on how few BlissfulBonds changed his life for good)

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Does time really matter in a friendship?


Well, the answer can go both ways.
On one hand you can just click with someone and in a matter of time you have a friend that can last a lifetime.

On the other hand, it takes time, for example 18 months, to create a friendship from scratch, form a bond with someone, understand someone and get attached to someone so much that a little change in their mood can just fuck things up for you.

A friend for lifetime. It is an easy thing to say as much as it is difficult to maintain. You can have 50 friends in one year, but the real task is to maintain that one or two friends that stays for 50 years. 
When you really click with someone you feel like they’ll stay forever. That the person will stay with you in your high and your lows no matter what will happen. 

And that’s when the difficult part starts. Your expectations begin to crumble when you see that the person can change, that the bond you share changes and suddenly things don’t seem so bright. The change sometime is so sudden that you cannot just adjust to it and the relationship can get scarred easily. 

There’s a fine line between a friend and a best friend. That line is the thing that matters. It’s like this, you can do whatever you want for a person but it is impossible to create a bond with someone. But sometimes the other person has other expectations from friends and it doesn’t really matter whatever you do for them.

But, a big fat but, what a miracle it is when you really click with someone in reality and all the expectations you have from a friend are just satisfied. What a feeling that is to know that you always have someone to get you back on your feet when you’ve fallen down hard. It seems just suddenly you have someone who is ready to listen to all your problems and help you through it. 

With such person, infinity is the limit. You just cannot resist yourself from sharing all the little information about you, your life. You are just fearless to share anything without being judged. They can help you to bring out the real you. And that real you really helps to strengthen the bond with the person. Play pretend can help you make friends but are those friends for lifetime? No, they are not.

While there are some friends that just stay with you, demands nothing, expects nothing and just give away all the help you need without any needs. One has not realised true friendship until he has shared something very deep with someone that you cannot share with your best friend too. You know who you are. 
These kind of friends are a Blessing. They are God send. Because they will stay with you in toughest of the situations. And will support you no matter what. 

The key factor here is to let such friendships grow and never let them go. To strengthen the friendship as much as possible with such people as they are the people who will stay with you for lifetime. And how to do that?

Appreciate every little thing they do for you. You may think it is a little thing but you may never know what it matters to someone. Appreciate the bond, the understanding. Don’t ever breach the trust that you’ve formed. For such friendships grow on the basis of this trust. A blind trust that people have docked on you. You’ve just got to believe in them, support them in tough times and celebrate with them in the best times.

(Dedicated to those two person in my life who has changed me for good. And changed my life for better. Who is my light in a dark road called friendship. Please never let me go)

-Adish Tolia. ❤

*wonderings* 💝

“You never talk about your regrets. Don’t you have any?” he questioned having a confusing look.

“I guess, but I don’t like to call them regrets. I refer them as ‘Wonderings‘.” she answered his confused mind.

“Wonderings?” asked with a bewildered  look on his face.

“Because I always wonder what would have happened if things had played out differently. But to name my past decisions ‘mistakes’ or ‘regrets’ seems foolish.
If I choose something, it might have been the right choice at that time. We never purposely make mistakes, we only call them in hindsight.” she answered him with a smile.

– Kinjal Parekh 👑

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Eighteen.

Somewhere, I am still that seven year old,
holding a glow stick,
like a star twinkling,
there above shinning.

Somewhere bright lights
are good, somewhere
I’m thankful for being blessed
for not hurting myself from
lost love or capital letters.

Somewhere I am still a baby
who thinks only feelings, she can’t comprehend,
who cries wothout any language to compensate.

Somewhere, I screm
everytime something hurts
somewhere, things still hurts.

Somewhere I am still a seven year old, with a laugh like a baby when sees ‘maa’
Walking along the pavement sideways,
Growing up, not wanting to.
I don’t want to.
Somewhere, I will always be that seven year old…
‘Somewhere’.

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