Brown and Indian

For a long time of my life, I remember being a very naive, coy and an insecure person. I was so afraid to talk to people that I was often the centre of hoot for various reasons, may it be my shyness, my appearance or even just the fact that I was there. That's when I realized, that the most intelligent species in the world is actually a scam and the notion of co-existence was just a farce. Humans, instead of helping each other evolve, liked to feed their egos and self esteems by belittling the same species around them without caring about each other's souls. But then, when I had almost made up my mind that this world is filled with deciet and even hoping for co-existence had become a sin, I encountered onto something, not human of course, that subsequently was about to change my life forever. When I, for the first time, saw those four tiny little paws running towards me and greeting me with utmost pleasure like I was someone very important and loved, something struck me. Whe...

We, as humans, have a tendency of putting unecessary expectations on the world and ourselves and subsequently get disappointed when those expectations are not met. We sometimes forget, that we, as humans, were born to evolve, and not meant to be 'perfect'. Yet we wake up each day with this bag, constantly on our shoulders, carrying the rocks of unecessary expectations everywhere we go, using it to fuel our fear and anxiety and living in this eternal cycle of unconscious misery. We constantly live in the fear to look perfect, act perfect, right from the tip of our toe nails to the colours in our hair. It's almost considered as a sin to have a flaw, as if we are so blinded by the delusion of perfection that we forget that having flaws is infact a sign of growth and change. Our flaws act as the larva to our emergence, developing each day, which acts as a  fuel for each flaw, in the quest of discovering our butterfly some day. As a result, when we put this unecessary burden...

When we come into this world, we come with a blank canvas in our hearts waiting to be filled with all kinds of colours as we grow up. When we are little, and we don't really know what real monsters are, we are just awestruck by the stories and the tales that are being told to us at bedtime, so that we can paint our own parallel canvas in our dreams. We are not only fascinated by the prince who saves the princess, but also by the dragons and the monsters who try to take over the world. We get so engrossed into the world of fantasy, that when reality knocks on our doors, we don't know how to react and what to do, and that's when teenage happens. We are so delusioned by the tales of fairies and Neverland where no one grows old, that when we step out into the real world, ready to get our canvases painted, we are not only confused, but hurt, as to not seeing the world for what we imagined it would be. We come to know that all those tales of heroism, peace and humanity are mean...