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The most amazing part is that the 12 faceless heroes , the pilots *(like all other armed forces personnel in India ) .will simply and humbly continue their routine lives ,standing in queues , travelling in waitlisted tickets becos not bribing the TT's, Struggling for their kids admission bcos of their mid term transfers , facing road rage from group of moneythrowing richsters , bullying from politicians and bureaucrats , and will one day retire and struggle as veterans .These are the true hero's of our nation not like the other oral spoken nationalists .

The beauty of it all is , they still don't care , they still risk it all , without any expectations of recoginations , and then also .They would it again and again everytime the Tricolor🇮🇳 demands it from them .

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●Connectingthedots●

Human mind is wondrous and its unrevealed powers astonishes me a lot: a lot that I end up giving to my subconscious under the believing system, they say, where when you think of someone, they think of you as well, more or less, it's never a singulqr direction connection. People say its intution and some say it's telepathy. I say, it's simply connecting the dots-you can not have a line without two dots and that's how connection is .What perplexes me more is that do the Creators of the universe think of me as much as i do think of them or that do the palette of nature swings its agony as i serve her people or that she loves me back as I still do today or bolting in the very fact that IF past, present and future exist together, which they do, then is it just ending in a loop that i constantly think about myself, practically proving that I am the centre of my own universe and how every human is so selfish

Well even for a loop we need two dots. Or maybe just one, so does my connection to myself.

And after those unquenchable longings where I had strive for more of profundity and more for love, I have settled to a sallow and broad brook; She was just like the murmuring brook which twists and turns to all my throughts- to whom I can throw as many pebbles underneath, which would sink to hers, dissolving them into her basin, leaving me forget what it wrote; a brook with pellucid waters where I could see myself while the sands at the banks holds me firm to her reality, her ripples were just as playful as to watch a 4-year old giggle with joy.

For the first time I felt so settled, stabilized and did not sulk neither to my fears nor to my anxieties. I was liking this idea to talk to someone for hours where we dicussed how I like the brown of her hairs and bold of her eyes and how her Nazam was poignant and beautiful. She was that origin where I don't have to be pretentious and could easily unlatch to her.The little kid inside me was falling for her one French Fry at a time while standing in his balcony on a chilly winter night, under the mist and the moon . It had always been my wish to have a journalist by my side who would resite to me different stories everyday and I couldn't get tired to listen to her until she falls asleep. The World might not be a wish granting factory always, but this time it is. For the fist time, I have seen a human with an XX chromosome to be so transparent and genuine and for this time, I feared not of distances but to part.

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An unusal night ...

Wash your face.

Reading about some successful people’s routine of sleeping 3 to 5 hours daily did intrigue me but only if I had been reading genuinely.Should it be compulsory for every being?

Brush your teeth.

Take a bath.

Get ready!

Wish I could do so, without being troubled by a sneeze.

Winters had not only come, they were on a spree.

“But why do I have to blame the weather? Why can’t I avoid a night’s sleep?”

“Don’t get up in the morning. No showering, no catching cold.”

Such were the thoughts that had influenced me. After all, how could I boast of a monotonous routine?

Bro couldn’t do it.

Mom never tried it.

Dad was critical of it.

Not an achievement, yet I wanted to make it.

I was no way going to sleep that day.

Day went by in planning, the night was to go in executing. I managed to convince everyone to stay till midnight until they eventually gave in. Why everyone had to be the same? Now, what can I do to conquer adversity and reach till morning?

12:00 A.M. – I am happy watching Whatsapp statuses, Instagram stories and liking posts on FB. So easy!

12:30 A.M. –I have started watching random Bollywood/Hollywood movies. Fast forward is being used every now and then, not only to skip ads but also a majority of content. I have started to realize why my life is taking a turn towards a destination ‘so boring’?

3:00 A.M. – I am inspired to write not what I should, but what I feel like. Why do I feel more creative at night?

4:30 A.M. – I am listening to singing songs in my own drawing room. At least something new, that I was always bound to do.

5:00 A.M. – I am watching my phone, just a few more hours to go.

I have already sipped two cups of coffee, roamed a thousand times across rooms, planned for a morning walk as I always do, heard my grandmother waking, talking and sleeping and also put an alarm on my phone if in case it is needed. Even my pup Bhau has started looking at me as if saying

“I am (would be) an alert dog and thus quite used to but what it is that is wrong with you?”

5:30 A.M. – I pick up a book and start reading. It’s the one near me, one so related to me, a book on human anatomy.

I have started reclining. I feel that I know what’s about to happen. Maybe the afterthoughts are coming…….

……Its next morning, but the time is neither what I had been expecting or wanting.

I pick up my phone to check the time but it shows why it only could be mine …SWITCHED OFF.

My eyes cannot see the time from the clock that seems far far behind.

The only option with me is to wash my face, repeat for what I avoided a whole night’s sleep.

Now I can see it is 1:30. Half a day has gone, half of it is still waiting for me.

Two hours later I see, what my mom shows

So if you can’t sleep someday, do read it again and tell me if you did. Will be back again next Saturday with something new, until then hope I could be of some help in your pursuit of yawning!#random reasoning #sleepless nights #weird stories #routine #winters .

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Life , A puzzled situation

In night at 11:59 pm i have become a blogger , A writer in my own mind and as of that thought process is changing every minute . Yaa i want to be A writer ' .what is this want to be , Do we really get we want ? or it is just A pyramid of thoughts swimming in our sub - consicious mind .well it's A very vast topic of what we want and what we want actually and if i started then i will surely deviate from my topic.. so today let's consice to our puzzles ..as you will also conclude that we are puzzled .. starting from the begining A question arises ' ' is it really a puzzle ' ? And answer is ofcourse yes if you think beyond imagination . Nine months we are inside the womb of our loved mother's and if i say at that time also we are puzzled would it be correct likely yes and hopefully i belive ' No' but at that time we are creating a happy puzzled situation for our family .A discussion which beholds their presence " will it be A baby boy or A baby girl, And in this situation you are kicking the leg inside the womb ' why ' you are kicking inside the true reason always stays with the striker but it have different interpretations to different faces . Now as you are born then the actual and factual game starts . ' Puzzzle of love' , is arriving your way , It may sound A little awkward but for me love is also a puzzle . Different hands , different kisses , different interpretations , ambitions etc. All are haapy , showering love , blessing etc but actually these all the small pieces of this big puzzle which you are living and getting ready to live it called as ' Life ' . Now your first expression crying ! ! But why it always stays with the crier but intrepeting it might be A wrong call sometine as a result unless becoming happy it results in A bad situation , but you also get satisfied due to love and care at that point of time , and as an hour baby boy sometimes you just get satisfied by love and care given at that time and actual thing will always remain a puzzle as you get puzzled in the puzzle of love ..................................................................... After wards happenings in this topic continues on next Sunday ..I hope you like it . #Love #caring #life #puzzle #situation ' ए बंदो हम बच्चों को बच्चा ही रहने दो , हमे ईश्वर का तोहफा ही रहने दो '