Dear Jug (from Dear Zindagi)
Can I have a glass of water from the jug, Jug?
Pardon my bad humour, but there have been days where we’ve hid behind humour and put on a smile, even when we were lost.
First off all, thank you for being my therapist, for making me feel completely normal about not having it together at all times absolutely perfectly, thank you for normalising flaws, and urging me to choose the easy path. That inspite of trying to solve everyone’s, it was okay for me to have problems too.
On the days I’m exhausted and I need to listen, I watch the movie again and again, and maybe find a little bit of Kaira in me, that it’s only human to be irritable at times. The society has painted such walls around us, but you taught me that’s it’s only healthy to fight and get angry at times, I’ve stopped putting people on the pedestal and I breathe easy now.
I know there are some things from my childhood that weren’t fair at all, and I’ve lived all my life hoping that one day it’ll all fall back in place, thank you for making it easier for me to forgive people.
I’ve started sharing more, and I’ve stopped running from relationships. Being the control freak I am, I try and take it a little easy. I’ve started appreciating my inner circle, and the past, well it’s in the past.
You see, you didn’t give me a magic potion or a remedy, you told me all broken things can be mended and that if I can’t cry easily,how will I ever laugh as loudly.
Most importantly, I accept myself now, wear my sensitivity with pride, being sensitive also means being empathic and holding onto the smallest things that can make one happy. I still overthink, but I over love as well, and I don’t regret anything.
~ thank you for being my teacher in the school of life.
Aesthete 