I like to stay positive with myself. I don’t like to be with negative thoughts, bad vibes, or egoistic people. I don’t keep things that break my positive thoughts and vibes close to me or even think about them. And in that, my mind always supports me to understand and give myself more peace.ЁЯТХ
Happiness is with us; we have just given it some strange names.
Sometimes it’s books ЁЯУЪ movies ЁЯОе full of mysteries . Sometimes it’s favorite songs ЁЯО╢ that make you want to dance ЁЯТГ and lift your mood. A trip with family or fun with cousins. The joy of teasing a brother or listening to his stories. The style and makeup talk of a younger sister or a folder full of her pictures. Enjoying the views from a window seat while traveling. Or meeting friends and getting a laughing gas effect. Listening to the sound of waves or watching the sky change with the clouds. Writing something or creating something new, sometimes with a pen, sometimes with a mouse. Being in my mini garden ЁЯМ╕ with beautiful flowers or waiting for a new one to bloom. A favorite job or a running to catch a bus, or the speed of a metro ЁЯЪЗ. Lending a hand to someone without saying anything, or finding peace in a small smile that lasts the whole day. Shopping with a happy mom, or searching for her moments here and there. This is how happiness finds us with these small moments.
Our life has many pages where our happiness is trapped; we just need to live those moments. If you’re feeling sad, why keep it to yourself? It deserves its share of happiness too. If songs are playing and you feel like singing, why worry about your voice? Just hum along. When your feet want to dance, why stop them? Let them enjoy themselves freely. When you feel like having tea or coffee, why wait? Just make it and drink it. Our happiness is in all these little things that we often end up trapping.
So don’t trap your life with fake stories false prospective but trap with truth what you want and with your true happiness.
Dear friends enjoy your every moments of life . Up down is a cycle of life and this is always with you . Don’t break your heart beautiful smile .ЁЯЩВ
The mystery of dreams always makes me curious, Unwillingly, it forces me to ponder, Creating stories about things like parallel universes and time loops. Sometimes, some moments feel similar, And unwillingly, those moments repeat themselves. They begin to appear like a puzzle of life. How long is the path, and where does it end? This dilemma puts us in a state of confusion. Is this our own or not? A question mark hangs over tomorrow. Will we find tomorrow what we saw today? Will we be able to solve the mystery of dreams? This is what my curiosity keeps becoming.
What traditions have you not kept that your parents had?
It’s a matter of differing perspectives and changing times; tradition, however, remains constant. We carry forward the values learned from our loved ones, just with different ways of practicing and explaining them.
The joy of festivals will remain, but the eagerness to make delicacies might lessen. Rangoli will still be made, but perhaps the understanding of its significance will fade. We’ll definitely play with colors, but the meaning of colors might diminish. Books are still the same, but the stories might change. The pen might remain the same, but writing with a тВ╣2-тВ╣5 pen compared to a тВ╣50 pen might change. Family get-togethers that happened four times a week might now happen once a year. Where people used to sit together and talk for hours, now phones might be in their hands. Where there used to be a desire for bicycles, now it’s for bikes and cars. Where a little was enough, now there’s a desire for more. Where the shade of trees was sought to escape the sun, now the need for A.C. is seen. Where people used to go to the library for information, now they just Google it. Where there was belongingness instead of show, now show-off might gain importance. The traditions are the same, but the difference lies in the mindset.
“We can’t tell anyone what we’re like; only they can describe us. Every person is different for each individual, just as they wish to perceive them.”
“I haven’t been able to understand myself. I just know this: My smile never fades. Tension doesn’t bother me. But I can’t stop without being stubborn/persistent. “But I can’t stop without getting my way.” I don’t understand heartfelt sympathy. Disappointment isn’t visible in my eyes. I can’t cry, and I can’t live without happiness. I stay away from mind games. Silence isn’t something I understand. I can’t be scared by fear. I can’t stay angry with friends, and my trust in them never ends. My anger is well-controlled, but I can’t stay silent when something is wrong. I can’t help but support what’s right, and I can’t trust what’s wrong. I can’t understand myself. The depth of my positivity and warmth in my words. Is this the effect of my name or my zodiac sign?”
What’s your favorite game (card, board, video, etc.)? Why?
Childhood games weren’t just games; they were exercises for children’s brains, their eyes (for aiming), and their legs, promoting agility. But nowadays, lazy mobiles have kept kids away from fresh air outside, and friendships have become limited to mobile phones.
The Dice Roll (ludo), chess , Carrom childhood Memories┬а┬а
When it was time to roll the die, The race would become very interesting. “Oh, I’m not out yet, it’s my turn!” The mind would say this to the tongue. More than mobile phones, it was about moving with our hands, And a little cheating, I don’t know when it would happen! When it was the turn of the black and white boxes, The king was protected from all sides. When it was time to move straight, crooked, and in L-shapes (two-and-a-half steps), More than mobiles, we were truly with our loved ones. When it was carrom’s turn, Everyone wanted to win the queen. More than the black and yellow, we’d chase after the pink one, When we took its cover along with it. The magic of hands and the powder, when it landed more on the board than on the body.
If we talk about favorite games, I remember my childhood. Even today if I want to play, I can play those same games, be they indoor or outdoor. When Carrom, Ludo, and Chess, my brother and I used to play, And sometimes we would play with our elders. Outdoor games: Kho-Kho, and drawing boxes with chalk to play with a small stone. And building a stack of stones one on top of the other, then knocking them down with a ball and building them again. Like this, along with leg exercises, we used to race. We used to make paper slips for Raja Rani Chor Sipahi (King, Queen, Thief, Soldier). We’d toss 5 small marbles up and catch them in our hands. Many such games, which are more a treasure of our childhood than of today’s childhood.
“When life isn’t simple, Then food deserves to be spicy. When people’s gossip is incomplete without spices, Then food deserves a little spice. When the rain of taunts feels sharp, Then something tangy is deserved. When people have too much anger inside, Then a little coolness is deserved, Then a little smoke needs to come out. When the moisture in the eyes is low, Then something salty is deserved.”
(Emphasizing the “essence” of work): “…because only when its own ‘taste’ (quality/purpose) is maintained in the work, does it become meaningful and effective.” (Focusing on the method of work): “…and similarly, just as spices give completeness to food, one should use the right ‘spices’ (efforts/methods) in work for its completeness and effectiveness.” “…and similarly, just as spices are important in food, it is essential to maintain the core element in every task of life to achieve its right outcome.”
Distracting Noises Whether it’s the loud music, conversations, or blaring car horns; naughty backbenchers in class, or screaming children; a person speaking loudly about the same thing, or a blaring TV; a crying baby, or pointless chatterтАФ all of this is enough to distract you.
Messy room , loud music always work like a bomb ЁЯТг for my brain ЁЯза. And when i watch a show and it’s interesting then I get up only after watching the whole episodes, this way a lot of time gets wasted .
Lies hollow out a person, Making them a criminal imprisoned by fear. They break self-trust and change one’s path, Connecting them more with imagination than reality.
Disrespect – Sometimes, words alone are enough to hurt others. Sometimes we do it deliberately, sometimes in anger, and sometimes to prove ourselves right. Is it necessary to disrespect others and speak to them incorrectly? No, right? So why do it? Speak with love, and perhaps the ‘negative thoughts’ within you will themselves disappear.
I’ve seen people disrespecting others, I’ve seen them proving themselves right and others wrong, Drowned in arrogance, with useless pride in themselves, I’ve seen such artists.
Laughter comes at such characters, At their pretense, at their false faces. From those words they don’t think before speaking, From those who mock the hard work of others.
“Just try giving them a smile and respect. Try speaking to them with respect. Try accepting your mistakes on time. And try speaking the truth without resorting to lies; maybe your one truth can make someone’s life better. Just try giving respect.”ЁЯШЗ