Looking back at this picture today and this tall pyramid, which is called the ‘Temple of Kukulcan’, all I could see is how tiny we humans are and how our lives revolve around these other tiny lives while there exists a gigantic universe out there beyond our comprehension. There was a time when these other tiny people called the Mayans built this entire ancient city of Chichén Itzá.
At times, we live in such bubbles that we tend to forget how we are all a part of a greater purpose and there is so much meaning to each of our lives. While I stood besides this structure, it inspired me to give back to the world something powerful enough that would withstand all storms and generations. These pyramids are the some of the oldest standing man-made structures built by the Mayans. It evokes the thought in me that if those tiny people could do it, we too, carry all the strength and power we’ll ever need within us to change the world.
It also reminds me that you have the strength and power to create things larger than yourself and all you need is to expand your thinking beyond trivial things and broaden your horizons. To think beyond your bubble and start thinking about this world and how you could make it a better place. When you start building towards something meaningful in life, brick by brick, step by step, there will be a day when you will look back and simply marvel at the beautiful world you’ve created. ✨
PS: If you ever do get to visit Chichén Itzá, definitely hire a tour guide because this place is filled with so much history and interesting facts that merely taking pictures with the pyramid won’t do any justice to it!
Exactly a year ago, I started writing and updating my blog regularly on WordPress and Instagram (I created ‘The Shooting Star Blog’ in 2015 as a hobby). Being stuck at home due to covid-related lockdowns, I had finally found the time and determination needed to write consistently. And here I am, a year later, holding a book that has one of my pieces in PRINT!!
From writing poems on the back side of my question papers in school to finding one of my poems being printed in a physical book (e-book as well!), it’s been quite an amazing journey. Also, my favorite part of it all is that one of my poems I had written celebrating Women’s Day is being published.
This also reinstates my faith in the Universe and makes me believe that if you pour your heart into something you really care about and put in your honest efforts, things do tend to work out. Generally, for the best.💫
The best part about museums is the unsaid stories that you try to uncover, dreaming about a world that existed thousands of years ago or sometimes trying to understand an artist’s thought procedure, wondering what really inspired them to go out there and create those beautiful pieces of art.
Looking back at this picture taken at the American Museum of Natural History, it reminds me of how we have evolved and mainly, adapted. We, ourselves, are a striking reminder that humans have made it through so many difficulties and changes over time. And even though this pandemic has upturned this world, we, this resilient species, will make it through again. ✨
PS: Finally getting back to writing after a short break. The covid crisis in India has been heartbreaking and overwhelming. Trying to slowly get back in the groove. Hope everyone out there is doing well! Thanks for reading. 🙂
This image was taken at the Alcatraz prison, which is just 1.5 miles away by sea from San Francisco city. Walking through the matchbox sized cells with rusty metal bars, it made me wonder how the lives of the inmates of this prison would’ve been like. The prisoners had this beautiful view of the Golden gate bridge on one side and the SF skyline lurking on the other.
The tour guide told us, that the smell of chocolate from the famous Ghirardelli factory nearby, used to spread across the island. The irony for the prisoners here was that they could’ve had everything that one could wish for, just 1.5 miles away. And yet, because of the burden of their crimes, this small distance kept them away from the real world.
I also happened to stumble upon a prisoner’s cell (above image) who’s art made me stop and wonder that, if he was out here in the real world, he would’ve definitely made it as an artist! Such a waste of talent. When I come to think of it, we as humans, sometimes imprison ourselves in this crazy web of life, that we forget about the beauty that lies underneath. I mean, this one life, wouldn’t you want to make it big?
This guy, he was stuck in one place and yet, he tried to make something out of literally nowhere! And here we are, free as birds, yet caged by these shackles of a monotonous life, societal pressures and procrastination. One of these days, I hope you break free from these chains and paint a beautiful picture in real life as well!
Isla and me decided to meet at Pebble beach. She always loved the beach. Probably because her name itself meant an island in Spanish – Isla. I faintly remembered our beach getaways during college days. It had been 10 years since our last rendezous at the beach. Since the Californian winds blew quietly that day, we decided to directly head down to the beach.
For the longest time we just sat quietly on the sand, staring at the deep blue ocean in front of us. The sound of the crashing waves being the only sound amidst the awkward silence. I suddenly remembered, this place was called “Pebble beach” and I saw all these pebbles lying around. I grabbed some pebbles from around and started stacking them one above the other. Isla joined in too. We both got engrossed in placing the pebbles on top of each other, trying to maintain their balance. While we were at it, I said, “You know, people stack these stones to make a..”. “Wish! I know”, she said and smiled. I smiled as well, amused at how she remembered this random thing I once told her.
Just like that, here we were, 10 years later, skeptical if we had lost our connection and wondering if our friendship could ever make sense again. Yet, we were back to being those same two kids who used to run off to the beach, where we would stack some pebbles together, wishing for future adventures together.
I didn’t wish for anything that day and I know she didn’t as well. Maybe, one of our wishes from the past did come true. Because here we were, reunited as the best friends we always thought we were.
Let’s collect flowers and save them in a book Pressed amidst random pages, where no one would look From the days when we wished for the time to stop So that our good times would run in an endless loop
Let these flowers you pick from the ground Remind you of days that made you forget time And how happy you were in your own little world Oblivious to everything happening around you
And each time you come across a dried little flower I hope the faint scent and its imprints on the pages Remind you of a time when this flower was in full bloom But right now, it’s a cherished memory, an invaluable heirloom
P.S: We found these cherry blossom trees in the Japanese Tea Garden located in the San Francisco Botanical Garden. Eagerly waiting for the cherry blossoms to arrive again this Spring!
If you ever wonder what you’re made of, Think about the flowers that bloom through branches and thorns alike Their purpose is to grow into these beautiful flowers That makes walkers stop by to adore and smell Or make people carry a fresh bunch home To remind them how beautiful this world actually is How even a single stem can brighten up your day And how an entire bunch fills your entire room with fragrance
Let these flowers remind you That you too, are meant to grow into something beautiful Sometimes you need to just let yourself be Maybe a sunflower, maybe an orchid, maybe a tulip You don’t need to be a part of the same bunch
Choose whatever you want to be and sow the seeds today Slowly growing roots and expanding your stems Even if the world looks at you just as a bud today, There will be a time when you too, will be in full bloom. 🌸
P.S: Came across these lovely flowers while taking a walk in New York City. Loving the spring vibes all around!
They say, she tells a story without any words All you have to do is pause and simply watch her flourish Through the long branches of trees old and new How she cuts through massive rocks that try to block her way And flows over the tiny pebbles that people once threw
She doesn’t seem to care how they view her or judge her criss-cross path For all she knew was to flourish through it all Changing courses when the obstacles didn’t let her slide through For one way or the other she was meant to endlessly flow
She moved seamlessly, being her unapologetic self That grew and outgrew everything that came under her way Roaring through the wild forests, “I am born this way and this is what I am meant to do”, She gathered all of her forces and incessantly she moved
Leaving the world to see the marvel that she was A natural beauty, creating magic wherever she falls ✨
P.S: This picture was taken at the Smoky Mountain National Park in North Carolina and was shot on my good old iPhone 8. Always fun to try something new in photography! Also, happy weekend!
All I’ve ever know in my life Is to shine Amongst heads held high and hearts full of pride Even through dark night skies And peeking through skyscrapers so high Anything that tries to dim my light Only witnesses how bright I shine without putting up a fight For I never learnt how to dull my sparkle even through time Coz all I’ve ever know in my life Is to shine. ✨
P.S : This picture was taken at the Bryant Park Winter Village in New York. It’s almost Spring in New York and I was surprised to see the Winter Village at Bryant Park still lit! Loved how glorious the Empire State building looks from here. Hope everyone’s excited about Spring!
This time, she chose to be her own kind of beautiful
The beauty that goes beyond the color of her skin And unveils the shades of her attractive soul
The beauty that surpasses the length of her hair And uncovers the width of her smile
The beauty that isn’t measured by how fat or thin she is But it adds up the weight of the love she carries
This time, she chose not to be just like them But to be herself and that’s how she chose to be defined
Epilogue: Women are constantly put into categories of being either too thin or too fat, too dark or not fair enough, there’s never a “perfect” woman. And these judgments are passed on by men and women both. Even if you say it in the most casual way, you don’t know how deeply it might affect the other person. Rather than classifying women based on their physical appearance, I hope we get to live in a world where men and women themselves recognize that life is so much more than just having a pretty face. It’s all about being a beautiful soul. 💫