Illuminate Lives

Be me a tapestry, that evokes jittery, in a gloomy wintery. Be me a tapestry, of an unknown history. May you win! May you win! Be me your victory, and flow through you like electricity. Be me an accessory, Which makes it all silvery. May you keep a souvenir, Like an excellent tapestry. And Be me a royal history.                                               VEDIKA

As we grow, we lose a few things and we gain some others.  We grieve to let go some childhood moments.  And quite often when I let the child inside me take control over me, it educes the following thoughts.   The child inside me is fanatic. It wishes to span the fields of freedom, where no rules obstruct.   The child inside me is a bird. It wants to fly high and watch the world around, while no bonds strangle it.   The child inside me is a little mermaid. It wants to dive deep into the waters, and gossip with the fishes.   The child inside me is a painter. It wants to colour the worldly canvas, with colours of joy and sparkles.   The child inside me is endearing. Event the smallest of the things, appear to offer profound happiness to it.   The child inside me is playful. It still wants to climb on trees, jump on grass and run behind the butterflies.   The child inside me does not want to hesitate. It wants to be freed from the society's rules...

  The word “Feminism” was coined back then in 1851 which broadly meant “being feminine”. Being feminine, refers to the characteristics of a woman, or resembling features such as weakness, softness, delicateness, adaptability, and fearfulness. Soon after the wave of feminism came in the late 19 th century when women fought for equal pay and treatment as that of men in workplace and opportunities, “feminism” came as a revolutionary word which meant “political, economic, and social equality of sexes, and all the campaigns and fights regarding this concern”. Indeed, we’ve come a long way analysing and understanding the gravity and depth of this word. Gravity and depth are the significant features of Mother earth. Wondering, why earth is a feminine power and not a masculine power! Well, there are two types of powers, namely masculine and feminine. Masculine power is an active energy such as fire and air which have the tendency to move on its own. Masculine power is ruled by qua...

There's something that shines as bright as the stars in the night, and is as fragrant as the strongest of incenses on earth. Literally, it’s cogently intoxicating and unignorable. At least in my case, I've always loved and can't simply keep myself from appreciating the finest work of the divine to have created a finesse .  Well, about the chronology, it'll starts with the nostrils, the smell receptors are stimulated when inhaled. Signals travel from the olfactory nerve to the olfactory bulb.  Signals then, from the olfactory bulb are sent to other parts of the brain and interpreted. Know what, enchanting fragrance eliciting my soul. Honestly, since the very first encounters I haven't ever been able to avoid even the slightest of these fragrances. And this particular smell, that had almost shook my olfactory system as tempestuously  as it could was just another floral fragrances. You may say!! But for me, it was divine and invigorating rush inside. And the next thin...

I'm a divine creation! I haven't even opened my eyes and I can feel all fluidy around. I'm a little tightly packed being, all greens around. Yes I'm a little bud,  the source for immortalizing my being. My numerous fragile arms are all set to stretch and engulf the spring. You're the source to my concealed existence. At this stage, you bestow nourishment. Slowly they open providing me a void to peep, and I sneakily look out. The suns beam so invigorating, I can't wait to see the world when I sprout. Hey presto! My leaflets are out. Advertently, my haven pushed me out. A revel flows through my nerves, as I enter the world I deserve. The surreal vista, once a fear, is my new place now. The shoots glisten as the ethereal sunshine vowed. Like roots, you hold me tightly gripped, constantly nurturing. So, I don't lose my way while I learn the art of giving. When I'm all grown up to be myself, by supporting my brawn trunks, is how you help. ...

Nature : the physical world surrounding us including plants, animals, rivers mountains and all things not made by people. A perfectly summarized meaning of nature all things not made by people . Years passed by and decades passed by, yet there seems no end to the nature’s excruciating pain, no heal to the wounds of it’s own creation becoming  the reason of it’s destruction. We, human beings being the most intellectual creatures present on Earth,are aptly capable to create our own fate. We have continually kept repaying the nature in the most logically-illogical way,  challenging our own sustainability to the resulting adversities. Nature has always been honestly consistent in providing the best to us, be it the air that we breathe, food that we eat, the lush green-colorful painted landscapes it builds. And we as heroes have been cutting those trees for mean purposes, polluting the air, and the rampant industrialization to win all the games we’re playing. Thus, we’ve ...

Before we dive into our  subject its worth mentioning what is fear. Fear is the bad feeling that you have when you are in a danger or when a particular thing frightens you (Oxford). In fear, a person is filled with anxiety, apprehension(1) and anticipation. I mean fear, not something that is related to snakes, height, public speaking or darkness. They are very common now, but I mean those that cause you internal trepidation(2) and make you feel emotionally dented(3). Everyone has those secret abyss(4). I do have one, and I'm living it. The fear of breathing in an enclosed surrounding and that of being encaged within boundaries. I had feared that I would go morbid(5) if I ever came across this tribulation(6). And here I'm in it and will be through, amidst the chaos of the unpropitious(7) disease spreading like fire in the thatches. Many years passed as I lived in trepidation of this fear. But we Defence brats seek vicarious(8) experience under our parents, which not ...