One life, so much to see, yet hate is where we are busy…

​There has to be a reason we feel a beating heart inside us…a purpose of its existence…maybe we aren’t meant to walk the line but go zig-zag to different directions, cultures, countries and places…to capture as much of the magic called life as we can till we are here…whatever it is, science or magic, we were sure not meant to hate… 

Sometimes it becomes hard to see the beautiful existence of life…

50 people who were unwinding, having a good evening after a long week, sharing drinks with friends or partners, are now never going to get to see their family members or loved ones because a man walked in believing he had the right to hurt them.

Here is what’s going to happen now:

1 – Some are going to blame it as ‘hate against lgbt’

2 – Some are going to blame it on the religion of the shooter

3 – Some are going to blame it on existence of guns

But in the end, we lost people and little more of, already in shortage, humanity. I saw a woman cry (on the news) because she couldn’t find her son, who was there with his friends and his boyfriend. She cried for the boyfriend who was taken to hospital with multiple gun shot wounds, she cried for the son who cant be found or reached and she cried for the horror of what it could mean. Gay or not, don’t matter, a mother lost her son.

While, my heart hurts for those who lost their loved ones I also feel so so sad for those who will now bear the brunt of one  man’s action. His family, his son, his parents and those who are good honest and hardworking American Muslims with nothing to do with his hate.

There is no punchline or quote to give because there is just too much pain.

 

What if what everyone called red was actually blue? Could it be?

Human brain can store and process hundreds and thousands of things, yet we fail to make even a slight change in our perception when it comes to rules, society and the stone-age lessons

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Whoa! 6 years of being Little Miss Obsessive…

So apparently it’s my blog’s birthday.  God! It feels like ages ago when I started blogging. I was one of those “I’m going to post my views on politics, social issues and write the right stuff”.

Then I turned into long lost sister of Meredith Grey and colored the blog into nothing, but dark and twisty.

But I love my blog.

I actually made friends with few fellow bloggers. Crazy how people really do click that LIKE button but it feels nice.

When I started blogging I started following other people on regular basis, but I rarely do that now. Its not them it’s me thing. Life is hitting me hard shots with backhand.

This is where I realized I’m a superhero. I miss my super hero posts and the one where I’m talking to the voices. I ‘ve had some really crazy but funny crazy posts too. This is where I do the poetry too.

I wish one day I get to tell my story till then it’s all bits and pieces of my darkness.

Thank you for tagging along.

Sharing something I’ve been listening so much. It’s stuck in my head.

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