They say that all that matters in the end is who we are and I strongly believe that you, me, all of us here are tiny miracles waiting to happen, that we are all tiny specks of star-dust cocooned in the myriad of dreams and fantasies, filling this wayward reality with a blissful zest, that we are all ripples of an infinitesimal ocean of unfulfilled wishes.
And once in a while we forget and life seems like an over edited draft, smudged and stained with sorrow. We think that there’s no light at the end of the tunnel together.
While we’re crying over broken hearts, negotiating our happiness for this moment, thinking the universe is pushing or leaving us behind it is silently bringing the bigger picture together.
While life is busy shooting arrows of disappointment, the universe will keep sending signs, that will make us believe that we’re not the smudged lines on the draft of life, that we’re not what silhouettes of broken promises look like, but we’re all tiny specks of hope in this lovelorn galaxy, that we’re all lost stars trying to light up the dark.
-A
Each one of us is a beautiful star. Sometimes we just forget to dust us off in order to see our own light better!
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So true 😀
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Hey aayushi.. Where had u disappeared these many days. Its so delightful to read ur post after a long time
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Hey Sup,
Was going through a major writer’s block but somehow came over it. It’s good to hear from you too again 😀
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Do keep writing.. U have been fabulous.. Don’t stop writing aayushi
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Nicely written. Also, it shows the depth of understanding you have. 🙂
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Thankyou 😀
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