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I can wait...

Why is it that nothing particularly changes in the way sun rises or sets, and the moon is just as usual, always a feast in all of its shapes, and my grateful being, gets awestruck every single time. There is nothing new about the day we wake up to and yet we see the day as a new one even if it doesn't changes a leaf in our life. The night is just as black or grey as it should, acting as a complementing background for the moon and stars, and yet it traces us back to all the dreams and passions we religiously keep inside, like a night......that just doesn't turn into a day.
  The reason why nature in all of her form and existence appears new even if it remains the same is because she exists for a purpose, not for an opinion. The simplicity with which she remains authentic, holds the foundation of the way she has evolved with time. Her worth doesn't rest on validation, because she is at rest and in peace with who she is. Having a purpose in life isn't determined at birth and so is the way one should lead it. It's amazing how insecure, people are these days that instead of unfolding different layers of their personalities, they endup composing layers to fit into shoes they know they'll never be able to dance in. Why do we need to be hideous about the compositions of our soul from the world? Why are we so skeptical about what someone might think when they see us, hear us and know us for who we are as a body and mind?  What is this habit of belittling your story of life when you had so much praise for the originality of that movie you watched?.....and why is the notion of 'being yourself' has only been famously outspoken and not familiarily cultured in us from the start....I know why....
Because it's easy and quick. It's easy to light an incense stick to a photographed idol than to sit and pray to the God that resides in us, it's convenient to ask for the wellness of the family than to support each other equally well as a community, it's easy to speak of love and togetherness than to mean it when one is together, it's easy to tell a girl to cover-up than to inculcate gentlemen morals into a son, it's quick to judge others for their choices than to think about their courage to own themselves inspite of your judgement, it's taxing to have certain self-defining principles in life and hence we let ourselves be defined by the herd we live in. On the other hand it's difficult and uncomfortable to be yourself at every moment of encounter with people, that includes family too. Being yourself is a war, not against you but for you, to take charge of your life and live with purpose regardless of opinions that come by. And I can't wait to fight it out with the goals and principles I have for myself. I may not be a confident being but I am filled with an unlimited faith about reaching there. It's a journey to find what sets your soul on fire and then set it on fire for the world to feel the warmth you carried inside. But this journey needs time and your patience to withstand judgement or relations that might not accept your courage. But you can wait. I can wait.
                            I can wait for those times when your shyness adds to your confession of love, I can wait for you to realize that you aren't crazy to dream of the moon and that you just have to be crazy enough to have it. I can wait for your relatives to be more relatable in their role as a family and not be mere attendees of weddings and funerals, I can wait for your family to know that it's not just blood that makes you all a family. I sure can wait for people to appreciate efforts than word of mouth, i am also waiting for the immense stock of gratitude that's due on ourselves. I can wait for you to fall in love madly and so can I wait for you to get strength from the love that broke you. I can wait for you to find pleasure in drinking a glass of water...while you feel it going down your throat. I can wait for me to realize that my identity as a woman defines my identity as a daughter/sister/whatever thereafter and not otherwise. I can wait till I watch myself over and work myself up for the vision I'll never compromise on. I am not afraid of the delay but I am a little anxious of whether any of my believes is worth the wait. But still I can wait. I can wait for things to change at it's pace, because I believe in evolving with time so that everyday remains as a fresh new life and every existence,a step forward towards humanity and invention.
And yes atlast I can wait for you to read it all if you may, because I can wait for you to respond truly.
So yeah I can wait.....
I am waiting...........
Just don't keep me waiting😂😄!!

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  1. Saumya Ranjan Sahu6 June 2019 at 10:32

    That's pretty cool... unblocking the real "I".

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  2. Vikrant~vikki14 June 2019 at 05:05

    Whenever I go through ur blog...I am inspired...great work...��unfolding ourselves...!!! Great observation!!!!

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    1. Nikki14 June 2019 at 10:42

      Thnku so much....I'll keep observing and unfolding😊

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  3. Charvi29 October 2022 at 04:00

    Nikkkkkkiiiii! Bloom bloom, you boon.
    I hear you, loud and clear, booming. To not swallow our words until we choke, is to take our agency back, be responsible towards our freedom and individuality, to safeguard the integrity of our very essence, to not be false. All extremely tough and tall promises but how worthwhile

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    1. Anonymous29 October 2022 at 04:04

      Hey commented on the wrong post 🫥 will right the mistake in 3..2…1 and done

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    2. Charvi29 October 2022 at 04:05

      Sorry that above anonymous is me, Charvi, forgot to add my name 😵‍💫😪

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    3. Nikki Dutt31 October 2022 at 11:22

      No problem at all dear!!!

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