The first flight she ever took alone

A little apprehensive, a little scared and full of excitement she boarded her first flight alone! 

Off to a different Land,with a different language and a different culture, she was eager to explore and live her dream.

When the flight landed, the world unravelled to her a magnificent painting.

She could hardly believe she was living in it.

It felt like the place had renewed her spirit  and revitalised her.

Suddenly all worries, responsibilities and plans receeded into the background.

She was living in the moment.

Over the next few days, she met amazing people and developed deep emotional bonds.

Although the people did not speak crisp English, she understood that language isn't as much a barrier as people make it.

She also felt that human compassion is way too underrated.

The little chats with these different people changed how she perceived the world.

The stories they told engrossed her and amazed her.

The pictures they showed left her in awe.

She realised how different they were from her and how this difference was good.

She faught many of her fears abroad.

She went on roller coasters ,allowed herself to indulge in alcohol and most importantly learnt how to live alone.

While leaving she was a changed person! 

Her soul was liberated and she was determined! 

She was determined to live her life on her terms! 

This flight abroad had indeed been her first flight.

Letting Go.

The tree loses it's leaves,never it's root.

The grass turns brown and dies yet, the land is always covered by soil.

The permanent things lack colour, they might not be as exciting as the temporary   ones, yet they hold you even when the colour deserts you and the excitement betrays you.

The strange thing about permanent things is that they always cling on. 

At this point in your life, everyone is probably busy and has dynamic priorities.

Today you might steal the number one spot on their priority list tomorrow you might be at the bottom.

However, there will always be those few 'roots' in your life.

Those people who have been there in your darker days, will probably be there for the brighter ones.

And as for the ones who haven't, well! 

Consider them the leaves that fell out.

But can you blame the leaf for falling out? Can the tree be angry ? 

No! The tree has a greater fate! 

Let go! Don't hold on too tight. 

Don't complicate. Be happy and allow yourself to bloom because one day the tree and the leaf must seperate. 

The Higher Thought

One day , it hit her.

It shook her, it changed her.

She realised,how small she was,how trivial were her worries,how ordinary her thoughts.

She learnt of Game Changers! 

She learnt of their humility,their action and thought!

It made her question her desires.

She introspected, till it finally came to her.

Money, Fame and Companionship are trivial goals in life.

Aspirations should be to be humble,compassionate and dynamic!

Desires should be to meet new people,to acquire more knowledge and to be content.

It's easy to earn money, be famous and enjoy luxuries.

The real hard things in life don't come so easy.

Having discovered this path,she knew someday she will look back and smile.

Draupadi's Soulmate

She,born of fire,

He,son of Surya.

She,quick witted and eager,

He,level headed and noble.

They seemed a perfect match until Maya and pride tore them apart.

In a court full of noblemen, she called him the son of a charioteer and refused his marriage proposal.

It burnt him, he hated her.

But their souls were always meant to be one.

Prithvi exploited her, it shamed her , he watched in silence.

Prithvi humiliated him, she never revolted.

She was wife to 5 Pandavas and he a dear Kaurava friend .

It was Destiny's cruel move ,her soul yearned for him ,and his soul for her.

These 2 souls could never be one , the world had torn them apart. 

All his life, he seeked her tender care and she yearned for his companionship. But this wasn't possible , they were minions at the hand of Destiny. 

In Kurukshetra, the battle was fierce.

All she wanted was his safety.

In retrospect she often wondered, he would never share her with another man, he would never allow her to be stripped off her clothes and no he would never  have let her be someone's maid.

He tried hard to conceal his love for her,which showed in his eyes.

On Prithvi their love was immoral,illegal and impossible . Yet , in Swarga their souls reunited. What wasn't possible on Prithvi where aham ,maya,lobh  

,eersha,rosh bind us , was  possible in Swarga where Draupadi and Krana were one. Their love was is and will be immortal .

Wings

Of course she couldn't fly , but in her mind , oh dear! She never stopped!

One moment she was dancing with her highschool sweetheart, in the other she was on a date with her present crush.

In one moment she was in a hot air balloon, in the other she had just skydived.

Her thoughts rushed from United Nations to Prada.

In her flight, sometimes she was a doctor, sometimes a journalist but being a lawyer fascinated her the most. 

She played God in her head, wishing to bring  all to justice.

Someone heard her say,"So what if I don't have the best things? I think I have the best mind,it helps me create the best things. My mind takes me to places, I could only go to in my mind, it creates,it demystifys and it gives me what I could never have."

Unsealing and Unpacking

He looked into her eyes,she looked into his eyes. She then began her story.

"My compassion was always overlooked",she said.

Her face was dark,her eyes showing hurt,she continued,"I always walked that extra mile for everyone, too easily .Almost always I was hurt. One day I packed up all my extra compassion and sealed it . I was afraid it would pop up again. It dint ,and for good. I began to feel that part of me is lost ,but how could I have lost that part of me? It was my dearest part ! "

Tears rolled down her eyes.

That day in his arms she unsealed and unpacked all the compassion,he promised her, he'd always protect it.

She had found her dearest part again.

Complete or incomplete

He cried all day ! 

He had misplaced a piece from his favorite puzzle. 

For days he cribbed about it.

Along the years he lost a few more pieces,each time it hurt him.

He, however ,never learnt a lesson.

On some occasions he'd often find a lost piece, behind the closet. 

Nothing made him happier.

One day , he looked at the incomplete picture, strangely, it had never looked more beautiful to him.

He realised how sometimes, in the imperfection we find beauty.

He no more desired to complete the picture. He realised,the lost pieces only made him appreciate the incomplete picture more.

Let those who you lose be lost , probably that's the way it's meant to be.

The ones who are needed to complete the picture will always be found.

The ones who are lost, are those pieces ,who ,by disappearing are making your picture even more beautiful,they de clutter your picture.

One day you ll see , just as he saw. And it will make sense.