“You are the bread to my butter and the breath to my life”

My greatest moment of intimacy was when you saw me in my most difficult state, how you witnessed the most unlovable parts of me, and how I unraveled each imperfection in front of you.

Let one another grow
And it was never about finding someone, it was about finding yourself
And you helped me find me

Independence: To be free and here I was free but held steady, like a balloon you see, you let me flow but you were steadying me, and I discovered there was so much I could do and then at that moment I realised, sometimes you don’t need to build a wall but open a window instead

We apologise for a lot of things.
We apologise to people for simply being ourselves, for not fitting in
yet what we hope to achieve is embracing our unapologetic selves.

Have you ever taken a moment to apologise to yourself?

Dear me

I’m sorry
I’m sorry you tried so desperately to fix others when your own hands were shaking. I’m sorry that I didn’t give you enough time to heal cause you wanted to put up a brave face. I’m sorry I let you think that being brave meant dealing with everything alone. I’m sorry that you gave all the time and effort to people who didn’t return it. I’m sorry that you cried yourself to sleep, where each day would be fine, you would get through them then it would hit you at night. I’m sorry you had the need to please everyone. I’m sorry that you had to set so many expectations, when you could let go. I’m sorry you thought you had to be a certain way. I’m sorry you had to keep going on when you needed to stop.
And
I’m sorry, I didn’t love you when you deserved to be loved even more.

Love,
Me

Dear sidekicks,
I’m sorry I refuse to associate you with that term anymore.You’re so much more than that.
Seeing Ron Weasley for the first time I knew he was going to be my favourite, gorging down chocolate’s and his bewildered expression. No matter how the gals love Harry Potter or Cedric Diggory, I instantly knew Ron was the one for me.
Dr. Watson, I cannot get over calmness and your ability to keep it cool as Sherlock went on deciphering codes and solving cases, you were the one person that kept him at his feet.
Rhodes, you tolerated that one genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist who we all grew to love so much.
It boggles my mind how you thought for the country and your friend at the same time, while being the “war machine”,what you did ROX.
As I moved my gaze to infinity and beyond,I found you Buzz Lightyear, yes yes Woody was Andy’s favourite toy, but without you, it felt incomplete, maybe that’s the reason, he ran to follow you. Oh and your Spanish makes you quite the ladies man.
And I look at home, and yes my dad is a superhero, but I refuse to accept my mum as the sidekick.
She has the ability to read minds and fix moods and I could go on about the wondrous things, but you get the gist.
Looking up in admiration at my favourites.

This is a blog about learning something new each day, and what better than to start with this delicious, heaven on Earth dish, Pizza. My first memory of eating pizza was probably when I was 6 or younger and I haven’t stopped loving it since, safe to say it is perfection on a plate.

And I’m sure it must’ve started somewhere, so here goes.

Rumours vary from Rome to Greece, however flatbread is common throughout the world.

First off, picture this, sitting in Naples with a slice of pizza, the dripping cheese and the soothing sauce, chewing through the burnt and sweet bits. Now imagine the people laughing and criticizing this atrocious dish, in today’s world would be totally unimaginable.

Pizza did not gain popularity till the year Queen Margherita and King Umberto came to rule. They were tired of the fancy French cuisine, and wanted something uncommon, hence when the Queen tasted the pizza, which had the three colours of the Italian flag, I’m surprised she didn’t declare it the national dish.

The variations of pizza sparked a revolution after the introduction of tomato or mozzarella, so much so that now there’s egg and chocolate and even brinjals.

It was even delivered to the ISS.

It truly is a slice of heaven.

We are on a giant orb floating in the middle of nowhere, it’s okay to feel a little lost sometimes.

Why is that incontrollable need for everything to be perfect, always there.

So I have decided to overcome this by feeling, by learning about something new every day.

So here goes.

One new thing, every day.

I don’t think art is in all things beautiful, it grows out of insecurities, despair and even hopelessness.

I recently read that the ‘The Starry Night’ by Vincent Van Gogh wasn’t an abstract place or the view when he was at the pinnacle of success, however it was when he was struggling with his own mental illness. It was the view inspired from his hospital.

Art does not grow from only beautiful things, it grows from circumstances and experiences.

Frida Kahlo represented her freedom through her art, for her it was a cathartic experience, it was getting rid of everything she thought made her lovable, it shows how art is inspired from everyday things and situations around us.
“I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best”

And that reminds us, feel wholly, smile to the fullest, laugh and if you have to cry, then let yourself cry and feel sad, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned but never make decisions in that anger.

This is what makes us human.

Did you no that a blind person doesn’t see black or something dark,they see nothing…is that what happens when you die or is it as dramatic as your life flashing before your eyes
I wish I knew exactly what I’d see so I’d be prepared for it, I’ve known death is inevitable, but somehow it’s hard to accept death isn’t it?
Someone who was such an important part of my childhood…my childhood which is often like the world of Roald Dahl books
He was my BFG (Big friendly giant) and maybe I just thought so because I was 5 and he was almost 50, entering his house he’d always give me chocolates, I’d feel like I was with Mr.Wonka, there’s only so much one can remember as a child,but praying and hope is something he taught me too.
And now I sit here extremely dumbfounded because someone who taught me how to pray and believed so strongly in hope isn’t here.
Do I unlearn hope?
Do I accept the fact that your entire life,all the emotions you’ve felt,all that you’ve learnt and achieved , all those memories you’ve collected and the people you’ve met…all of this is just kept in a box no wider than a few inches?

I didn’t no(know) I loved you when I said it a million times or felt it so deeply when I asked you out.
I knew it when some other guy went on talking about something nerdy,I realised I love your nerdy talks most,when you go on endlessly about the things you love and are so passionate about.
I knew it when your phone was switched off and everyone was so worried and all I hoped for was you were okay.
I knew it when you posed to the side and smiled that single dimple smile and laughed at your incapability to order at a restaurant.
I knew it when you apologised cause a store didn’t have my favourite chocolate.
I knew it when you remembered my old favourites.
I knew it when you wanted to see me after the long day you’ve had.
I knew it when you offered to learn my favourite hobby.
I knew it when you waited just so we could spend some more time.
I knew it when you pretended to share a gift while you actually bought it for me.
I knew it when I missed you when I saw those Marvel posters,any street to walk on.
I knew it when you offered to eat spicy cause I loved it.
And I’m knowing it more each day.
Till then here is a blue sunflower.
(Cause I no (know) you love blue)
(I no (know) you love roses more)

Anatomy:The branch of science concerned with the bodily structure of humans, animals, and other living organisms, especially as revealed by dissection and the separation of parts.
Thin:Having little, or too little, flesh or fat on the body.
Fat:adjective(of a person or animal) having a large amount of excess flesh.

On the bus ride that evening,when a toddler shouted,look at that “fat man”,he got looks from all around,was hushed by his mother and later taught that you refer to someone like that as plump,or “healthy”.

We talk about “fat” shaming but commenting on anyone’s body, especially when they themselves are comfortable with it,is the same as putting someone morally down.

You’d look “prettier” IF you put on a “little more” weight.
These clothes would look “better” on you IF you had a “little more” fat.
You don’t look 18, you’re so small,so little
Haha if you were any skinnier you’d disappear.
You should eat more!

To all those who say this,
Please stop body shaming us,no aunty,I do not have a body like this to get guy’s attention just a high metabolism.
Giving me more than I can eat won’t make me gain weight easily, it’ll make sick.
So here’s to all of you, please let my body be.I love it as it is,the day I don’t,I assure you,I will change.

How the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shore line no matter how many times it’s pushed away.
As a child we all ask questions,we ask them repeatedly,and we get different answers or we might get the same one but we never stop questioning things around us.
And here are a few questions I’d ask repeatedly
Society asks us to be different then why does it look down upon us for being different
Who and what defines perfect
Who sets the limit to stop expecting from yourself
How much time is okay to lay in bed thinking about your existence
How do you unlove someone
How much love is okay to give
What would it feel like to be a sunflower in the field
Does being a bird make you free
What would it feel like to be the cause for someone’s smile
Be a raindrop or a snowflake
To live a day in someone else’s life
If we lived each as our last, would we really do all we want to or just spend it pondering all we could do.