Fast Times at the School of Life.

Lessons to remember, 

• Happiness is a choice, the toughest one there is.

• The language of  two people is never the same. The same word has two different meanings, just like Poha in desi vs portuguese :)

• Your apprehensions & indecisiveness stems from when somebody decided not to be a whole person with you. The fear that every little disappointment will turn in to irreconcilable differences is because somebody at some point in time chose not to keep a promise to you. Understand it, accept it & rise above it. But never course correct in a way that closes your heart to the goodness outside of you.

• Never be so afraid to fail, that you don't have the courage to start. Never be so afraid that you cant feel your truth.

• Tragedy either brings people closer or separates them, it's good to know what happens upfront. So tragedy, thank you for showing up early to the party, for all other intents and purposes fuck off.

• When the universe 'speaks' you hear what you want it to tell you. So its really you telling yourself, the universe is just going about its business.

• Never be angry at someone for having spine, at the same time never let anybody treat you with disrespect.

• Forgive, start with yourself.

• Cherish your time together not matter how it ended, its a beautiful thing when two people try to make it. Not everybody is for everybody.

• Thank god you have learned to move on.

Blood Of Mine.

Nobody will ever love me like my mother loves me; so unconditionally, from a place of such depth & purity.

I’ll never have a friend so dedicated.

The best woman I find will not love me even a fraction of how much she loves me. Nobody will ever sacrifice their happiness for me even remotely to how much she has for me.

The best meal I’ve ever had was on a random Saturday morning when I and she cooked together a batch of Idly & Sambhar. It was the most beautiful meal I’ve ever had because I know how much love has gone into the littlest detail of that meal.

I’ve always tried to make sure she knows how much I appreciate her, but it’ll never be enough.

No-one will ever have my back as my brothers do. When people in the periphery of my life ask weird questions like do you need me there, are you okay? My brothers are actually there in front of me making sure I’m surviving this. They drop whatever they are doing and come stand in front of me and do what needs to be done. Thousands of kilometers mean nothing.

Just like I’ve dropped everything I’m doing countless times just to be there for them. I wish everybody had brothers like I have. There simply is no substitute.

I wish I had some more time to spend with my father; he was the best of us. I wish I had some more time with him.

People I really trust are so rare, just really three people. Hope I get to expand that number one day.

  

And to think one day I have to say good bye to some of them or they have to say good bye to me scares the life out of me. One day it'll happen, how do you prepare for that??