Can I wish something?

Tonight I feel like doing unusual things so I painted a glass of water beside a pale blue ocean. The goldfish from within the glass is smiling at me.

The clouds covering the moon seems a bit dizzy. And the wind smells so sweet as if it's whispering someone's name into my ears.

Tonight I feel like doing something unusual so, I am writing a letter to the stars talking about you.

I don't write your name. I address you as my 'sunshine' not only because you light up my days but also for- in my make-believe world

I'm the sunflower and all I need to survive is 'your' presence.

In the letter, I tell the stars how the sparkle of your eyes give a tough competition to them,

especially when you come across your favourite flowers or freshly baked cupcakes or a cup of coffee especially espresso and sometimes, me; reading out your favourite nazm.

I tell them how contagious your laugh is. When you laugh unapologetically it seems as if rain pouring upon the sunburnt grass after a long scorching afternoon. And I wonder if you know how the flowers smile when you look at them.

I tell the stars how badly I wish you were here, just beside me, looking at the sky and once again comparing my eyes to the moon and the locks of my hair to the dizzy dark clouds and teasing my immediate flushy cheeks.

I wish, at this very moment, somewhere you're also looking at the stars, talking about us.

Thinking how it was so good to be true

So How's life?

 ... So, how's life?

- Okay...

- Mhm, and why so?

- I don't know. It's just fine; the way it should be.

- Ah! 'The way it should be? What way? Your way? If yes, then why it's just fine and okay and not 'good'?

- I think, we, humans, are never satisfied with what we have. We are never fully contented with the situation we are in; we are always after something or the other and as soon as we achieve that particular goal we head on in the quest to the next. We rarely celebrate the moment we are in. These 'what ifs' keep budging our minds. In search of 'better', we neglect our present 'best' and then whine about our mediocre life.

- The way you're doing right now?

- Absolutely!

- How's your life?

- I don't know, but currently, I am quite enjoying this conversation of life. And I must say this cup of coffee and sandwiches; they are not whinning worthy either.

How does it feel?

How does it feel, when someone you love, loves you back?"

Like hot ginger tea, on a rainy afternoon.
Like sparkling stars, near the crescent moon.

Like autumn leaves, dancing in the breeze.
Like fresh droplets of dew, on flowers of misty trees.

Like taste of freedom after ten long years.
Like bright sun rays when the weather clears.

Like first words from your baby's lips.
Like touch of your lover's fingertips.

Like home made food after a long day.
Like a father's smile, receiving his child's first pay.

Like a mother's hug, nurturing and warm.
Like finding shelter in a windy storm..

Now imagine feeling all this at once.
THAT!
That's how it feels to be loved by someone you love
When you are to be afraid of loving her
And She refuses to be within you but she is present there.
To be with her to be not be with is what you can desire.

Like the autamn falls in the absence of winter
I Fall for you day everyday like it is meant to be.

The unfortunate perception about Sales.

 Although today's sales force is comprised of intelligent and ethical individuals, an unfortunate negative perception still exists about the occupation. In addition to countless representations of greedy, pushy salespeople popularised in movies,  We've all witnessed the stereotype of the "typical salesperson," focused entirely on the short-term benefit of a single sale. Along with the annoyance factor, This negative perception might make it difficult for salespeople to establish themselves as trustworthy consultants. 

 

The lousy salesmen have this question constantly in their minds "Why don't we get enough appointments." When you think about the reasons, it's easy to see: We waste the time of the people we want to see! We don't create value in every interchange we have with the customer. No wonder they refuse to speak with us. 

 

Consider this scenario. How often have you overheard someone mention a "Howdy Call?" These are a pure waste of everyone's time. 

 

What about sales calls where the salesperson's sole purpose is to pitch the newest product? "How are you doing?" was their only question. (And they didn't even wait for an answer before starting their pitch.)

 

What about the unprepared salesperson? Too many of us are quick-witted, that's part of what makes us good, but shooting from the lips does not compensate for lack of planning. 

 

If we all do one thing, we can shift the way salespeople are perceived. If we start doing one thing, customers will open their doors and answer their phones.

 

In every interaction with our customers, we must add value! We are wasting their time if we do not. If we can't identify the value we'll generate when planning a meeting, we're not ready for it and must cancel it.

 

Instead of thinking about how we can sell a product, we should consider how we can help clients. By doing so, we will be able to stay focused on the fundamental goal of solving problems and creating value. This creates a different language that conveys to customers that we are putting them first and goes a long way toward dispelling the negative perception of sales professionals.

You.

I want to write, 

Write about you.

Not just write, 

But also paint.

Paint you.

Not just you;

Your scars and,

The demons you have

In you.

Show me your scars.

For they will be the

Canvas to my painting and,

Ink to my write-ups.

Show me your demons,

For they will be the;

Paint brush for my painting

And the paper for my write-ups.

Show me your heart;

For I want to paint 

Something black and,

Bleed something red.

I want to write.

Write about you.

Not just write;

But paint you.

© nomeee

Let's end it. Right?

"You've a sexy voice. Let's chat." 

If I were to give you a dollar (currently 72.44 Indian rupees because "Modi Hai To Mumkin Hai") for guessing where I read this comment, what will you say?

Let's use some deduction that Sherlock uses to solve crimes. 

1. It's not on Facebook, Instagram, TikTok, Quora, Snapchat, WhatsApp, Gmail.

2. I didn't receive it. My voice is a disaster. 

Did you deduce it to YouTube? 

Eureka! You're right.

But, you've to tell the YouTube channel to get the dollar. 

Before you say a youtube channel of a singer, let me tell you the answer is no.

No singer, actor, dancer, cricketer, influencer, magician, prankster, etc etc.

Having pursued my bachelors from an engineering college, I've always relied on YouTube for learning.

And, there are some YouTube channels that are always at a rescue a day before the exam. 

One of them is run by a girl. She teaches well. 

The comments that her channel recieves shocked me. 

She solves problems on a piece of paper and only her hand and the piece of paper appears on the screen.

There's nothing else on the channel.

Despite the simplicity of the presentation and the utility of the content, she is facing the unending harassment.

"Dear, your voice is cute. I enjoyed the video. Show face."

Sadly, she's not the only one to receive such comments. Almost, all the female Youtubers undergo this.

Since the advent of Jio where every person in the corner has access to cheap Internet, it has only managed to increase.

© nomeee

Thought of the day !!

Many a time, I become insecure as I scroll my news feed and find an avalanche of people celebrating their accomplishments--buying iPhone X and travelling to New York.

"What have I achieved by now?"

"Will I be able to even get the half of it?"

I introspect in the most unhealthiest ways. I fear being left-behind. The fear of failure starts to sit above my head. I feat if I'll be deprived of these lavish lifestyles and the ingenious opulence that we all dream of.

However, when I contemplate a little smoothly, I realise that I overlook things that really matter, and that is why it happens. I forget to recall that once a stranger had sent me a long text message full of devastation. One of the lines read, "You've no idea what a single poem you wrote stopped me from doing. May God bless you."

And those words were way too big to display on my timeline or count as a mere achievement. It's the change I bring in others' lives. It's the smiles and warmth I spread across the humanity.

In fact, whatever you're doing at this point of time, it matters. Did you use your "Googling skills" and helped a man to find the nearest Starbucks? Kudos, dude. You did a great job. That man fell into a conversation with a girl as he took the first sip of the coffee. And you know, they complete each other's sentences now. You are impactful--not just a star that twinkles, disappears and reappears every night. You're the drop of rains that bemuse the world with petrichor.  

© nomeee

Backspace

Open facebook.

“What's on your mind?” It asks. Think about her. Open her profile. No new updates. Open messenger. Type her name. Active now.

“Hey, I am missing you.” Press backspace. “I need some time. I will talk tomorrow,” she had said.

Go back to scrolling endlessly.

Turn off the net. Lock the phone. Turn it back on again after 30 mins. Type that 16 characters long password in a haste. Incorrect password. Type again. Pull down the notification bar. 13° in your location, that's all it says. The phone beeps.

Open WhatsApp. 430 messages from 110 chats. Sadly, none from her. Open her thread. The hearts and the kisses were still there. “I love you.” Backspace again.

Put on the headphones. Create a new playlist just for the night. Don't forget to add “killing me to love you” and “total eclipse of the heart” to the playlist.

It's almost 3 am. Toss and turn in the bed a little, overthink a lot before finally sleeping. The night has ended. Perfect now. Wake up, check your phone.

5 AM: You have two missed calls.

© nomeee

Patronize her!!

Can you do me a favor?

Today, when your maid knocks at your door, greet her with a smile. When she enters your home, tell her to sit down.(make sure, she doesn't sit on the floor, arrange a chair for her.)

Bring a glass of water for her - the same glass in which your children drink water and make sure she knows it.

When she is gulping down the water, ask her how she is. Yes, just about herself and not what her husband is up to and if the neighbor is having an affair.

By now, she is extremely surprised and overwhelmed.

It might be the first time, you haven't handled her the list of the chores she has to do that day and you have bothered to talk to her.

Every person has a good and bad day. On bad days, they don't like to work.

Perhaps, she just visited you, and you started to scold her for being late. Had you noticed the red mark on her wrist? Her husband was trying to steal the money for alcohol. You added to her pain. Make sure, you don't do when the next time it happens.

I assure you it will take away nothing from you and she will get something costlier than the money she works for.

© nomeee

What went *WRONG*

We actually went wrong in the Biology class.

When my teacher drew two illegible circles on the blackboard and made a dot in their centres, the boys were controlling their laughter behind their books and the girls were overly embarrassed.

These are her's, one of the boys suggested, pointing his finger at a girl.
No, she doesn't have this big, someone else commented.

Before one more boy could give his opinion, only her school bag was there. We didn't see the girl after the incident. Disguised by our response, my teacher labelled the diagram in a grotesque manner and declared the rest as a homework.

Shouldn't have my teacher made the boy stand in his place and brusquely told him that breasts are just like the other organs of a woman's body and reminded him that he needed it for his bones to be in the correct order?

Maybe, the girl would have gotten some air to breathe; she's too young to bear what she had gone through.

Devastatingly, it's not limited to the Biology class.

When two girls would together take the permission to go to the washroom, boys would get the new topic to discuss.

This girl is in her periods, fingers would rise again.
Don't sit beside her--you'll catch an HIV infection, pieces of advice would be given.

Had only there were awareness programs organised to make them aware of menstruation, boys would have brought chocolates in the place of horrifying judgements.

Today, a writer tried debunking the myth that education can break down the rape culture--in his words--my fingers begged me to write how misleading the idea is.

Education can indeed break down the rape culture if given at the right time and at the right place.

© nomeee

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The moment a woman's hair shines, her husband gets flattered.

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To graduate from a foreign university, you need to be tall.

Struggling to concentrate for an examination? Wear costly socks.

You do not need a bulletproof jacket to protect yourself, but do not forget to wear a banyan.

If you are not getting the love of your life, wear a branded underwear.

Do not roam the streets after having applied a good deodorant; you can be behind the bars for creating accidents on the roads.

To sell well, you just have to do two things:

1. Make people feel worthless.
2. Make a fool out of them.

That One Person

You meet people. Lots of people. You become friends with some. You become foes with some. And you don't give a fuck about some. And then you meet this one person. The person who transforms your life in an unimaginable way. The person who is an exception to every definition of yours. The person in front of whom you can lay yourself naked(open yourself up). The person who not only touches your body but your soul as well.

You talk to people. Lots of people. You talk to some on a regular basis. You talk to some at times only. And you don't even care to talk to some. And then you talk to this one person. And you want to talk to this one person every second. You don't want to end the conversation. You wish to talk all day long. Yet it doesn't seem to be enough. You never seem to get enough of anything about this person. You want more and more of everything.

You get attracted towards people. Lots of people. You confess to some. You prefer to hide your emotions for some. For some, you realise it is all momentarily. And then, you fall in love with that one person. Mind you, there is a difference between attraction and love. And you love that one person with all your emotions, with all your heart, and with all that is in there(inside you). You never know when all of this happens. You just go with the flow thinking everything to be normal. And when you look back you realise that nothing was normal between you two. Not even from the beginning.

You let go of people. Lots of people. Letting go of some people hurt you. For some, you feel bad and it's all okay after a few days. For some, it doesn't affect you in any way. And then, you have to let go of that one person. And letting go of that person won't hurt you, make you feel bad, or affect you. It will kill you. It will shatter you into pieces. It will torture your soul. And it will break you in a way beyond repair. It will make you question your own identity. It will make you question your own existence. It will make you question the love you have for you. It will make you question everything about you.

Why is it that everything comes down to that one person? Why is it that you can't just be with that person the way you are with others? Why is it that that one person affects you so badly? Why is it that you can't be with that one person? Why is it that that one person can't be yours, for always?

© nomeee

What Else Had I Asked For ?

What else had I asked for except understanding me a little and loving me too much?

You loved me more than anything, but you invariably misunderstood me, and that shoulders me to the dictum that loving and understanding shall be parallel — and the dearth of either makes it cumbersome to stay.

What else had I asked for except a little care and a lot of affection?

You got hurt when I was harmed in any way, but you forgot to heal me, and that makes me believe that silently caring for someone isn't suffice — and you get to show it with your words as well as actions.

What else had I asked for except some importance and plenty of indulgences?

You put me above the rest, but you failed to give stress on the small stuff, and that made me feel unwanted; and when I complained, you thought I'm undervaluing your compassion towards myself.

I know you question yourself in slumber, and you feel worthless at times, but I don't feel less either, but I still believe we will make it until the end because nothing comes complete in this world; we have to add our own pieces — and I'm ready to give all my possessions.

© nomeee

Smile 😀

"Smile, please?" I heard a familiar voice.

With a wide smile, I turned around to see him standing with his brand new One Plus 3.
He was busy capturing my excitement.

It was the first time I saw him really happy in our friendship of 3years.
He always captures things.

Inspiring sun light and raging ocean.
Freezing snow and falling leaves.
The old man in his worn out shoes and the kids in their school uniform.

One day, I asked him, "Why do you capture every single detail you see?"

He smiled, focusing my face for a close-up.
He clicked and showed me my picture, and said, "Look, now you're frozen", he smiled and continued, " Now, that moment in the picture, no one can break your heart, no one can destroy your dreams, no one can snatch your smile."

I smiled wide and said, "Come let us freeze together, then."

That was our best picture of we both together.

After thirty years, now I'm looking at the Portrait on our wall and realised that he was right.

"Photographs freeze the moments."

© nomeee

I'll Miss my School Days

I'll miss my hatred for the morning alarm.
Awaking, brushing, bathing even before crowing of a cock in the farm.
I'll miss my dull school uniform which was worn
Until it was outsized or torn.

I'll miss the morning assembly where we used to stand in a row.
The prayers were sung which were a bit melodious than a crow.
I'll miss, the one arm distance we used to take.
The fun of people on stage we used to make.

I'll miss, the attendance where we shouted: "present ma'am."
The wishes we made to avoid school in case there was a jam.
I'll miss, the break for lunch
Where we used to gather in a bunch.
The canteen which had no good food to eat.
The washroom where friends of different classes used to meet.

I'll miss the bunk where we had no idea what to do and where to go
The person whose response to bunk was always NO.
I'll miss my friends
Being with whom my happiness had no end.
The friends who could fight with anyone.
Even if they didn't have a gun.

I'll miss the period of sports.
The period which was like a princess between beasts in a fort.
I'll miss, the roam where we had no pass.
The whistle which was an alarm to move us back in class.
I'll miss my wait for last period bell.

The dialogue: "Make a Straight circle" PT  Usha used to yell.
I'll miss my way from school to home which I could travel even if my eyes were closed.
Arms swung, Legs moved and the entire body just flowed

© nomeee

Thank God I am Not A Girl

Thank god, I'm not a girl.
Because I know it's hard to be a flower whose spectator is the entire world.
A flower gazed for its shape, size and colour.
A Flower without which the garden would be a bit duller.
A flower with which no one wants to stand head to head.
A flower which everyone wants in their hand.

Oh God! I'm grateful to be a boy.
Because ever to anyone I don't want to be a toy.
A toy to fulfil desires.
A toy which everyone admires.
A toy which is looked after when it's new.
A toy which is later left to rust in dew.

Thank god, I'm not a girl, I know it's irritating to get messages of ten unknown people in a day.
People who just wanna play and who don't wanna stay.
Thank god, I'm not a girl, I know the sacrifices mothers do.
I'd rather choose to leave this planet if I had to do that too.

My mother was once a girl.
And more than an asset for me, she's a pearl.
If you can't respect her just because of her gender.
At least don't put the words: Girls, I'm inferior and things in a common blender.

Not every girl deserves to be respected.
But there are a few for which it is expected.
I'm a son, I'm a brother, but thank god I'm not a girl

©nomeee

A Story about my Classmate !!

I quietly open the door and try to sneak in. As my almost silent footsteps approach my room, I hear a voice from behind.

“Where were you?”

“Papa, I, uh, I…”

“Come, let’s take a walk,” he says even before I could finish my sentence.

Albeit, I am not even sure if I could have finished my sentence or not. But, papa, it’s late,” I retort. “Come, son. It’s about time we talk,” he says, taking small steps. I follow him.

We come out in the society park. It is empty. Darkness has crept in and silence has set its foot. I can hear mosquitoes buzzing and leaves rustling. A mild wind blows by. I look up in the sky. It is clear of clouds, so unlikely in a rainy season. The moon showers its crescent light on the ground.

“You have turned 19 now and there are things you should know of,” papa says. I nod.

“This point in your life, where you are standing at now, yes, this very point marks the beginning of how and what you are going to become in your life 10 years down the line. This point marks the beginning of you becoming a successful person or not.” He says with seriousness in his voice.

“I know, papa. I will do everything I can to make you and our family proud,” I reply.

“No, son, you should do everything you can to make yourself proud,” he replies.

I think I know what he means. “This age, it’s very distracting. You are going to get attracted to a lot of people. You are gonna wanna try new things. Amidst these, you will have to focus on what you want in your life and what you wish to become. It will be one hell of a difficult ride, but I want you to try anyway. Remember, son, don’t let situation and people influence you. It’s very important in life to have your priorities sorted out. You should know what is important to you and what is not.” He says.

“I understand, papa. I will keep them in mind,” I say.

“Soon enough, you will enter your college life. You have always been fascinated by the idea of college, but here is what you need to know: as fascinating and attractive as it may seem or sound, it is difficult. It will put you through some of your very hard times. At times, you may feel tired and discouraged. But, I want you to know that these are the times that define who you are as a person. These are the times which will help you become the man you want to or distract you from becoming the same. These are the times which will prepare you and mold you into a better or worse version of what you are. Now, what happens to you is what you choose for yourself: better or worse. If you choose the former, then, these are the times which will make you ready for your future endeavors. If you choose the latter, these will take you as far away from your goal as possible. So, face them and embrace them.” I stay silent. I don’t say a word. I just keep on listening to him. I don’t know if I will get this chance again or not.

“From this moment onwards, you are going to fall in love innumerable times just to realize that it wasn’t love all the time. Or maybe, it was? You will be confused. You will be broken. But, that’s okay. That’s completely okay. It’s okay to be confused. If you want surety, be confused first. If you want to be beautiful, be a broken soul first. A broken mirror reflects and scatters light more than a simple mirror. Getting my point?” He asks.

“Yes, papa, I am,” I reply. “I want you to have everything you dream of. I want you to become the person you want to. And on top of everything, I want you to be happy.” He continues. “Thank you, papa.”

“But, do you know the worst part of it all?”

“No, what is it?”

“I won’t be there to see any of it. Or maybe, it is the best part, considering the relationship you and I have been sharing for quite some time,” he says. “Why do you say so, papa? Why won’t you be there? Wouldn’t it make you happy to see me become the man I want to?”

He doesn’t reply. He doesn’t say anything. He stays silent. All he does is look at me and smile. “Say something, papa. Why are you silent?” I question. I see him vanishing into thin air. I reach out to grab his arm, but I can’t. It’s like, it’s like how water slips from one’s hand when one tries to hold it. “Papa, wait. Where are you going?” He is gone.

He isn’t with me anymore. My eyes are filled with tears. I can’t see him anywhere. It hurts. “Papa…pa…” I wake up with a scream and teary eyes, only to find him staring at me…from the photo hung on the wall.

© nomeee

Dont make him feel incomplete

Do not make him feel insufficient. The moment he starts to think that he's not enough, he stops taking efforts as well. This sounds illogical because when you are unable to provide something to someone, you try harder and not stop trying at all. However, in that case, you still have a little more left to give, but in his, he already empties himself before expecting something in return - and that's no less than your happiness.

"You're everything I need and want." Say it once a week.

He won't respond when you'll say it, but he'll feel accomplished. You'll see him treating you like a Queen. He wants you the way a vagabond wants a mere glimpse of the shore. He needs you. Perhaps like our eyes need tears - to stand abreast. You might think he's insecure, and he envies abysmally, but you don't see what resides in his bosom - the fear - which only manages to increase by the passage of time. He says hurtful words and several times makes you shed tears - your soul gets damaged - and you want to go away somewhere, but he doesn't stay happy either. It's inevitable. He's imperfect. If he heals you, he'll break you as well.

No matter what happens, stand by his side. Appreciate his efforts. Be well aware of the things which please him and which displease  - and if that's too much to ask for, then rethink.

© nomeee

It Started With A Follow

10th Oct’16. 11:30 pm “Sir, can I follow you on your Facebook handle?” “On one condition.” “What is that?” “Only if you stop calling me Sir.” The two of them witnessed their first conversation, albeit randomly, on a Facebook writing page. It's so surprising how you meet people on the internet and the two of you click so instantly, and sometimes it takes a lifetime to click with a person you have been seeing everyday in your real life. Strange, isn't it? And that's exactly what had happened to them. They had just clicked, even though they were like the two sides of a river. She was an emotional being while he would never show his emotions. She was a dreamer while he was a realist. The only thing common between them was that none of them were in love. 15th Oct’16. 3:03 a.m. “Let's meet.” “Sure.” “When will you be free?” “Um, I have classes from Monday. And I have to go to the Church on Sunday.” “Today?” “So, today.” Both of them blurted out 'today’ at the same time. This was the day when they had first met. 15th Oct’16. 1:30 pm. Sorry, I am late. Saying this, she gave me a hug and then we started roaming around Connought Place. When I had looked at her, the first thing I noticed was her smile, how withered it was, and how hard she was trying to hide it. The next thing I saw was a girl, in all her ache and a heartbreak, standing next to me, trying her best to convey the world that smile that she hadn't fallen in love...let alone be a heart-broken. While we walked, we talked about anything and everything but books and TV series. “When we will meet, promise me, promise me that you won't talk about books and TV series.” This is what she had said before our meeting, and I was just following the orders. We wandered in Connought Place for around half an hour until we finally found the CCD nearby N-block where she had to collect her certificate from. Most of the time, she did most of the talking and I? Well, I was just listening to her as she spoke. She told me how uncertain she was of the time when she would finish her graduation, how she wanted to go to France and couldn't for some reasons, and how afraid she was if her parents happened to ask her about marriage. And I did nothing but listen to her. Sometimes, people just want to be listened to. They don't want your advice. They don't want anything. Just lend them your ears. That's all. Nothing more. 15th Oct’16. 3:30 pm We sat in the cafeteria of Alliance Française, sipping coke and eating white sauce chicken pasta. We were still talking. Technically, she was the one still talking. She told me how she hated that particular teacher who would often lash out on students who missed her classes. “Thank you for bringing me here. I have finally found a place where I can get good and cheap food,” I giggled. “First, you don't talk. And when you do, this is what you say! You are so bad,” she grinned. I laughed off. It was almost 6 and the cafeteria was about to close. We were the only two sitting. The sun had almost set and the darkness had stepped in. “What is your story?” she asked me suddenly. “Um, uh, I don't have any.” I answered, stammering. She didn't say anything but nodded. “Hey, let's go to Indian Habitat Centre. We'll sit there for some time and then we will go,” she said. As we were about to cross the road, she stopped and said, “I don't know how to cross the road.” I held her hand in mine and walked to the other side of the road, our hands still entwined. After a while, we reached IHC. While we were sitting, I asked her, “You want to tell me what happened with you?” Even before she could finish telling her side of the story, my hand was on her shoulder and her head resting on mine. No sooner, our lips had met. I could feel the tension in the moment and top of that, I could feel what was going on inside of her. After a while, we parted our lips. We sat for some more time there, in silence. As we got up to leave, she said, “Promise me you will write about this day.” “I promise,” I replied. Today, as I write about that day and think of it, I realise, by the end of that day, we were left with nothing in common. The tragedy of that beautiful day was that, she fell in love again and I? Well, I didn't, again. ©nomeee

Yes i am weak

"I know you are weak," She said to me, "and it is okay to be." For a moment, I felt stronger. Her words strengthened me. They were pure and truthful. I think if we let people's weakness breathe into them for a while, they would turn into their strength. At least they wouldn't feel ashamed of themselves and most probably they will be fixed again. Mislead motivation only adds up to the burden and do more damage than it fixes. Thou shall set them free into their skin. I believe brokenness in real is the manifestation of strength. ©nomeee