Siddharth's Digital

At the age of 18, a very dreamy period, someone asked me, “So, is she the one?” And in the blink of an eye I said, “Yes, she is my one True love”. It was the era of Princes and Princesses, Ponies and Unicorns, Fairies and Wishes and above all, a very promising, happy land, my very own ‘Far-Faraway’. There were butterflies in my stomach every time we crossed paths, goosebumps when she stared at me. Oh! I used to blush every time I thought about her. Protective, possessive and above all willing to give up everything, that’s how crazy it felt to be with her. True love? Is this how you feel when you find the one? Well, it’s been 8 years since then and a very beautiful journey. And if you are wondering whether I am still with my one True Love or it’s just another sad heartbreak narration, then no, it’s not a heartbreak, it’s not a sad story, it’s my beautiful journey with my one True Love. Love is patient and kind, love is not jealous, love is eternity. We all have heard such profound teach...

 Blinded by tears in its eyes, gasping for breath, it ran like the wind through the thick, dark forest. The thorns pierced its majestic, velvet body and the cold wind froze its soul. Everything seemed hazy as he kept fighting for a lost cause. The pain was too much, slowly consuming the beast – the King. Unable to conquer it’s emotion, the beast fell to the ground and roared into the darkness of the night. Choking in its tears, the lion fell asleep. The King of the jungle lay down on the ground under a tree for days. His mane lost its royal lustre and his beautiful skin scorched under the sun. He didn’t want to move. The little lions came and started messing with him. Biting his tail, biting his ears. He remained still. The other animals noticed it. And they started to move in – the jackals, the hyenas. They barked at him, laughed at him. They nipped his toes, and ate his food. They continued doing so, growing stronger and stronger each day, becoming bolder and bolder as the days p...

“I want to be happy, I really want to be happy! “, isn’t that a desperate cry from almost all the people around us? We are a generation of broken hearts and broken people – a very true statement but who is responsible for it? Us, right? We know the cause, we know the solution yet we ponder over our past and cling to that grief. Is that healthy? Of course not! Funnily, we all know this yet fail to apply it in our lives. Let’s not make other’s opinion our reality. I was speaking to a friend of mine the other day and in that conversation she said the following that keeps resonating in my mind, “If our past would have mattered and been our reality then we wouldn’t be waking up to a new tomorrow”. This is such a beautiful way to shed light to the blessings we receive in our ‘present’ . It does not matter how glorious you were in the past or how gruesome you were, are you that now? We often hear stories wherein people having a good sense of law and ethics commit crimes and on the other hand ...