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Self Destruction: Lesser Confidence, Body Shaming

One of the best lines I have heard in these few days (from one of my friends)- “It has been four years for now that a thing has hampered my confidence in any slightest way.” This one sentence triggered me to think and rethink about the way I’m living, the purpose and the little things that destruct me.

It is such a rare thing for anyone to tell, in a world where people take criticisms to the heart, who live for the sake of satisfying others, who do things just to get good credits and who live trying hard to impress others. In such situations, it becomes so easy to pierce a person and kill their confidence.

Few busy days, few free ones. In both the cases, you just need few seconds to doubt yourself, your deeds, your worth; to kill something which was built working hard for years. That’s the worst you can ever do to yourself-  turning self destructive.

Body shaming is one of the things that I’ve come across. Unless and until you’re confident about each of your atom, you cannot expect others to respect you. If you are confident about yourself then it would not even matter if someone criticizes. It took me a lot of time to accept that it is okay to be skinny as I am and there’s nothing wrong in that.


Those confused thoughts, misty questions, unpoised face. That’s not you. That’s just a mask. There’s more. Underneath the skin, beyond everyone’s bounds, into the veins, among the misfits, you’re more, more than anyone can measure. You’re the one who is fit for it. A beautiful, thrilling soul that many crave for. If you mask it, doubt it, isn’t it unfair? You’re the one. You are it.
Trust. Believe.
Yes, faith!

Loads of love,
The Mirthful Moon

And then comes ‘over confidence’. There’s just a thin line between both and we should make sure that we don’t bloat with pride. 🙂


Have a confident day, beautiful soul!





deceptive side

It takes ages, to surpass the bad you’re going through. It will take a plethora of seconds to realize your place in the situation, to sort out a solution, to admit that this is a deceptive side and you have a completely different view the other side of the same situation.

It doesn’t mean in anyway that the ‘grass is always greener on the other side’

You just can’t blame yourself for everything that happened. It simply means- you take time to realize what really happened and which is the right side.

The world is fast. It requires quick changes and it appreciates the quick people. But, if it’s not happening with you to change, then wait. Just get out of the crowd, stand in the middle of an extravagant space and breathe. There’s no wrong in halting or breathing slow, your tender veins need the time to revitalize and get the pace. 

Let the world run ahead. You walk, admire yourself and the things around you, take your time to explore the right side. Get away from the deceptive one.

There’s nothing wrong in walking through the right side rather than running breathless on the deceptive.

you can keep quiet
halt numb
how much ever you wish to
destress your fragile soul
it might take some more time
just a little more
to reach the other end
a line away
from this
‘deceptive’ side

Quietness is not weakness and know this- you are all the lights of the darkest hour, you’re brave.

Have a beautiful and calm day.

Swooning with the stranger in you

You find so many things on the way. The withering leaves, shrivelling tree bark, gaily faces, drooling ones, tender leaf blade that just saw an inch of land, a sand grain holding a bead of sweat, a surgical knife with blood that many are living for, two ignorant eyes with false hopes, a harassed soul, a soul with a bunch of hard earned notes.. and many different strangers ..

Out of all these, we are all a stranger to ourselves, few interesting lost pieces, trying to find ourselves in others. Every day, every moment, we try to find the self. A beautiful stranger indeed. There are more to these tiny, imperfect things that we find on our way. To find the mysterious, creative stranger in you, look more into things, in an enrapturing way. There’s a different meaning to what you see in others. They’re broken because of something, they’re not greedy since their birth, there’s beauty behind their ignorance, there’s a flow of lines behind every broken heart. Go, find it- you’ll find yourself. A new stranger.

When I see a broken heart, I’m just a stranger helping it fix. I find a fallen leaf and I’m a stranger who’s admiring its imperfections. I’ll be swooning, with my first hard earned award in my hand and I’m that stranger who blushes looking at her love.
Just, a stranger, trying to mend your soul. By a smile or by whatever it takes.

Learning to swoon with the stranger in me, you helped me find it. If I’m a ruptured soul, dear stranger, will you help me mend it?

I Am An Amazing Sculpture

We sat on the shore, watching the waves dance to the tune of nature. I looked at her illuminated face, a kind of thing only she possesses, and she said, “I’ll answer all your questions now.” I’ve been asking those to her more often lately and all she does was to give a witty smile and ignore, making me feel as a nosy girl. But this time she did; she looked away from me and spoke in a husky tone- but it sounded sweet – “The first day of my school taught me the things. I spoke in English all the time as I had no other choice, unaware of the local language. I spoke what I knew and I was mocked at. ‘Get a life, girl. Go, learn to speak English in a proper slang.’ – a girl yelled; these words still keep echoing in my ears. The class bawled and I was devastated.”


Thoughts in my mind as she told this— A sculptor (the lord) has sent an unfinished sculpture into this world. It needed a few touches here and there to make it a marvel. He found its features imperfect; He took a chisel and began His work. The sculpture felt the ache; it loathed Him. Later, it was surprised to see the perfect features – never knew it was because of that pain.


She continued, “I built up the vigour in my heart to learn English. The vigour turned fierce. I could feel the heat of the fierceness, to protect my self-respect. A poem I started with, then another…..one more…. At first, my writings were to satisfy my hunger of revenge. Later, I felt it useless. I wrote for me and my writings turned out to be more elegant. Maybe, I had the potential to do all these. Once, while all these were happening aside, I was told, – ‘Don’t you know to hold a brush?’ I was in the Art room of our school, and the girls giggled. Painting is a part of my life and that’s why I couldn’t face the ridicule. This made me observe the things intently. I improved my art skills, achieved and received recognition over the years.”


Thoughts in my mind— The sculptor decided to make it look polished and unique (from within in real sense). He scraped the extra bits and carved designs to embellish it. This gave an intense pain to the sculpture again— It cursed the lord, in spite of the optimism it has. It turned out to be amazing, attractive and unique.


“After these instances, I faced many hardships. I kept carrying on. I didn’t lose the zeal in me. I had a hard time recognising my well-wishers. I got my wings, my magic wand- that’s my confidence, to face any hard time that comes by my way. I feel bad for not getting the thing I dreamt for, in this school. It even made me think that the appraisal I got was fake as it didn’t lead me to my final goal. But I was told that, life doesn’t end here, and my creativity is not bound only till the school’s walls; one day, I’ll shine like an ever-glowing star. That doesn’t mean I’m not happy now. Certainly I’m- ready to shine anytime I get a chance. I’m already glowing, just finding a dark place to spread my light, to brighten it up with what I have.”


Thoughts in my mind— Finally He made a beauteous sculpture. It was being admired, loved and praised. Few even tried to misuse it. It didn’t get a perfect place to be established though. The sculptor’s work is over. It is unique and polished, now the carved thing has to find its adobe— maybe a millionaire’s lawn, or a temple, or even in a solitary place. It depends upon the sculpture’s efforts. For now, it lies there, unnoticed, ready to glow— any moment!


I smiled at her. It felt as if in just few minutes, I received a pot full of wisdom lessons. Suddenly, all my pains gained a whole new meaning. This feeling clutched me in its fists, making me think that my hardships were full of opportunities. I saw the positive vibes rushing towards me in the form of sea waves. It washed us. I am a new person now, with more zeal and confidence – an amazing sculpture!