The Unfathomed

Gentle Reminders | Healing | Art and Purpose | Mindful Living | Self-Care and Growth

Category: Purpose

Lack of Exposure and Abundance of Leisure

Unsettling times are slowly fading away.

These days, the city is quieter than usual & that is nothing to feel sad about because these days, the city is also cleaner and brighter than usual.

The silence. It was scary at first. It is comfortable now. 

It is helping people slow down, and finally understand each other and their own self. 

There are longer conversations in balconies. 

Louder laughs shared with a hot cuppa in the evening. 

Everyone is kinder than usual, so kind that they’re feeding the voiceless, praying & grieving for the homeless because the hands are tied and that’s all one can do right now. There’s also calmness in people’s eyes. 

They’re happy about the way nature is flourishing. 

The long ignored plight has somehow become a priority. Holding on to the hope & healing, we’re finally in sync with mother nature. We’re now similar. 

There’s less agitation and more acceptance now. 

There are more people watching sunsets and no people stuck in traffic. Running the race in this rapidly evolving world, those little things we dreamed of escaping to are now a part of our reality. 

Thursday, 5:03 pm – The distant view of the race course brings back so many memories from childhood.

It is barely visible now. When I was little, I believed it was an airport because its shape looked like a plane to me. When I was little, I also believed I could fly an airplane. Today, I don’t believe I can do everything but I know with certainty that I can do a lot of difficult things.

Friday, 7:42 am – The old neem tree in the neighbourhood is greener now. Back in those days, the girl I went to school with told me it was a place where ghosts reside. I believed that too. But today, I see many birds hovering over it, settling on it’s branches. I see colorful kites stuck on it. It doesn’t look scary. It looks lively and beautiful.

Friday, 5:22 pm – My new found love, dermot kennedy, starts to sing. Whilst his voice begins to consumes my mind & drowns all my thoughts at once, the clean air fills my lungs. And in this moment, I feel alive. I feel grateful for the air I breathe. I look around and suddenly, I wish I could still see the magnificent Charminar from my terrace, like I did when I was a kid.

But that’s okay. 

I see the intricately built metro lines now. 

Saturday, 4:47 pm – I hear prayers from the mosque. The temple is still in sight too. The gods are still there, just no devotees visiting them. Gods understand, I believe. I also believe that they never ask for anything but for you to be human.

Today, 7:30 am –

Sunday, 5:50pm – Living close to the station, I grew up with the sound of trains awakening me in the middle of the night & sometimes falling asleep to it because it was familiar. I don’t hear it these days. But the station is still in sight and the flag hoisted there is still standing tall. It is breathing better too, I feel and that makes me smile.

Today, I spent an hour on my terrace watching the sky but I witnessed something much more beautiful than the crimson skies. I watched a father play with his little girl. Her laugh echoed each time he took her in his arms. It was beautiful.

Today, I saw a teenage boy training his dog on the terrace. They share a beautiful bond, I could tell. 

They were happy. Genuinely happy. 

Let me tell you something.

We’re feeling stuck. We’re feeling caged. Maybe the fear is real. For a while, maybe we really do feel anxious. But that’s not the only thing we’re feeling now, are we?

Take a moment to look around, we’re unlearning and relearning.

We’re learning to seek happiness in little things and we’re doing a great job learning to be happy and at peace. We’re sent home to enjoy the summer break. We’re sent home to rest, readjust and rejuvenate.

So take a moment to look within yourself, there’s a pool of serenity. There’s a sense of contentment swirling in it. There’s  also potential. Undiscovered potential emerging from it. 

And if you trust the timing of life, you’ll realise that there’s a voice reaching out to you. Trying to tell you this halt, this havoc, this pause, the lack of exposure and abundance of leisure, all of it is a blessing. Trust it.

Stay safe, stay sane

Love,

The Unfathomed

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Come here, I’ll show you what it takes to build a castle—a safe place for not just yourself but for others too.

Don’t be so proud of the toy fort you’ve built in your bedroom, the fort you whine in when it gets dark. Stop damaging others because you fail to carry the weight of it all on your own. Come here, I’ll show you what it takes to build a castle—a safe place for not just yourself but for others too. I’ll show you what true strength looks like, what ugly scars one has to bear and what it takes to not bleed on others. 

Don’t call yourself strong unless you know what true warriors are made of and how they rise out of burdens and heaps of pain with grace, how they choose kindness and not bitterness or resentment,  I’ll show you how they transform and not change. Warriors and strong people aren’t those who are ruthless, they don’t destroy, they don’t change into someone insensitive. They are angels those who break and burn but still share innocent smiles, who struggle but never use it as an excuse for their behavior, who bleed but never taint others, who lead by example, who learn from the pain and choose to protect and help those on the same journey. Warriors are those who live for something larger than themselves. They aren’t selfish, they don’t sit in comfort of their beds being uncaring, seeing everything and everyone as a threat, protecting themselves from all possible dangers. They get out and make the world a better place, they keep things real and don’t go begging for rewards. They don’t crave validation from others. They don’t seek appreciation for getting out of the rut they so willingly got themselves in. They don’t turn a blind eye to the needs of others, they don’t put on a façade, envy, backstab or ill-advise. They never use pain as an excuse. 

Don’t call yourself a fighter if all you do is proudly wallow in self-pity and rewind misfortunes. Don’t expect care and pampering if you only know how to take and never wish to give anything back. Don’t sting others with the poison of what life had bought for you. Because if you do, you will be left with nothing but tales of your misfortune—laced with the false pride you nurtured—choking you. Wait for it to happen and you will be left with no one and nothing to help breathe air in you. 

—Nandini

The unfathomed

Your Story Matters

Your story matters. Yes, it does. It does because you are living, evolving, barely surviving, thriving, breaking, learning, healing, mending and doing several other things — all at once. Take a moment to ponder about how fascinating it is that you are everything at once. With every passing day, you are embodying everything life has to offer, experiencing everything life throws at you, nurturing yourself by bravely accepting all that makes you grow. It’s all happening every day and you’re so in sync with it.

It’s astonishing how you are embracing everything so gracefully—the everyday hustle, the moments of comfort and satisfaction that seldom seem to come at a great expense, conditions that turn your world go upside down, consequences that leave you feeling helpless, days that make you feel heavy, cold nights that make you feel empty, struggles that mature you, heartbreaks that take away innocent parts of you, ache in your heart that reminds you of your old-self, empty pockets teaching you lessons on compromise and hunger, hollow heart pricking at your conscious begging for you to fill it with something and your constant struggle to figure out how to do that, the realities of world continually challenging your belief system, actions of others threatening your peace, situations that are making you question your worth, phases that are making you question your existence, noises that are causing you to break mentally, everyday failures that cause you to lose faith, the hustle that is leaving you tired to the bone.

Ah! The endless battle you are fighting so bravely. How bravely you wade through it all. How boldly you rise. How gracefully you accept failures, learn from them and grow. How gracefully you hold it all together even when you have every reason to let go. How beautiful, empowering and real your story is, I wish you could see, I hope you could believe and know.

What you just read is something that resonates with everyone. Yes, it does. I bet 9 out of 10 people who just read this could relate to it because they’ve lived through it. It is funny how we often lose hope and feel weak because we believe life is hard just for us, that life is unfair to us, that there is no point in trying, that there is no point in surviving hardships and even worst, believing that life is easy for others and using it as an excuse to stay stuck.

Show this piece of writing to anyone you know and I bet every person who reads this will tell you they’ve gone through it all. It is about time we stop believing life is unfair to us and start with a fresh perspective. However, the purpose of me writing this is not to persuade you into believing that you aren’t alone or that we’re all in this together but simply to tell you that YOUR STORY MATTERS.

Reason being, I’m utterly fascinated with stories I hear and by this, I don’t mean the ones I read in books but the ones I hear from people I know — common people’s life story is what fascinates me. Stories of everyone around me intrigue me. Although I only know parts of their lives, I often feel their story is worth something. I tried keeping it all in, hoping my fascination (or should I rather say obsession) will end but the more people I meet the more I feel the urge to show them what a miracle they are. I want to write about people. Yes, right now, this is exactly what I want to do. I’m not sure about the future but in the current phase of my life, I want to fuel this fascination of mine and write stories — unedited, unfinished, clumsy, inspiring yet beautiful real-life stories of people. Stories of people I know closely, not so closely, acquaintances, about every beautiful being I have/had an encounter with.

It’s no secret that I like posting raw first drafts of my writings and now, it is exhilarating for me to visualize how beautiful it will be to write, appreciate and share raw stories of people I know.

Before I end this post, here’s something I want to say—Everything we go through shapes us into who we are truly meant to be, it pushes us to explore our potential and through it all, this simple thing called life takes us on a roller coaster ride where we confront several complex things, people and feeling and learn lessons from them with fervor and grace. We read stories of success and failure online, in books and newspapers; about people who made it to the top and about those who lost everything and turned into dust but what about the stories that surround us, the ones that are simple yet extraordinary. Why do they often go unnoticed? And what about your own story?

I’m writing this because I know it in my heart that every story is worth something and that every story matters.

All I ask of you is to believe that your story matters.

As much as I’m dying to write real-life stories, I also respect everyone’s privacy and wouldn’t do it without their consent.

So this is an open invitation (a request, in fact) to everyone I know and to everyone who knows me, will you allow me to write about you and bring your story to light?

If yes, kindly reach out to me and I’d be more than happy to even be a mere narrator of your beautiful journey.

Love & light,

Nandini

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