Home.

Home?!

The place where I spend my childhood

The room that saw me evolved into a woman from a little one

The pillows that caressed my broken heart’s tears

The white curtains that let inside the breeze of joy into me

And ever changing colors of wall that let out my mood

The veranda which let me be intoxicated with the smell of fresh earth

Is that my home?

Or

Is it the place where I learned to rise back after a fall?

Land which taught me to survive without friends or even foes

Abode where loneliness was welcomed as a long lost friend

Opportunities which waited for me to embrace

Busy-ness which offered a pseudo invisibility

Mundane routines which make me yearn for weekends

Is this land away from my native, my home?

There are times when the contrasts of both places frustrates me

Yet I find peace in all these chaos 

But which one is home to me?

These days I feel at home in some moments

In some people and in some memories

These days I feel at home in my laughter

In my ambitions and in my happiness

These days I find home in myself.

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Break Some Rules.

Have you ever thought, “Hell No, I’m done with these rules!”? I have.

Plenty of times.

Two days ago I was talking about the same with a friend of mine about how I am with some rules and restrictions that tags along with them.  I am not a person or never being one of them who could break rules just like that even when I have such an image.

Initially, I try to obey them, then when the rules starts to choke me, I bend them a bit to have that air space and finally when I’m breathless I break them!

I was am (not sure anymore), tagged as a rebel, tom-boy and stubborn. I took the life transformative decisions in haste or rather gave up to my parents. And no, they didn’t impose any of them on me. They asked my opinion and I just let them have their way. But one thing I discovered rather late was that I never gave upon my decisions or likes. I just weighed my opinions as secondary, and acted slowly.

But,

When I decided my happiness were way more important than others, I was breaking the selfless rule.

When I decided that my integrity was far worthy than any relation, there I broke a rule.

When I chose not to wear the *nishaani’s of marriage to please the public, I broke the good-wife rule.

When I befriended more males than females, I broke the nice-girl rule.

When I decided to walk-out of life-ruining situations, I was labeled as an arrogant lady and there I broke a rule.

When I dismayed to be silent against the obscenities of a man, I was breaking the **adarsh Bhartiya naari rule.

When I raised voice against the lies and embarrassment one bestowed upon me, I was the breaking the compromise rule and ‘girls don’t raise their voice’ rule.

This rule … That rule

Blah blah blah!

There are going to be millions to tag you, label you, poke you even drag you down when you break some nonsense rules and start thinking and acting the way you wish to. But just keep in mind, that none of them are walking in your shoes. Only you, you alone will understand your path and will be able to make decisions for you.

Don’t give up that right of yours for anything and anyone.

So go on… Break some rules.

For your …

Happiness … Freedom … Life …

And for yourself.

You’ll be fine. Actually, more than fine. 

* nishaani’s of marriage  - Signs of marriage like wedding ring.

** adarsh Bhartiya naari – Ideal Indian Woman

Read Ishitaa's Blogpost too on Break Some Rules, You will be fine.  I got this post idea from her's. 

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