Mahira's metricals

IT CAME LIKE... signifies the time of covid where many people lost someone very close to them.The absence of those who left us hurts. I tried to put all of this in this writing. Loosing someone very close to you is really painful. But maybe those who left us are watching us somewhere and its our duty to make them feel proud.. Or maybe this is the only way we can feel like they never left... IT CAME LIKE.. It came like storm and left nothing...                                                    Even if a little is left it is like a puzzle where major parts have gone missing... No one expected it and doubted its potential..                                            We were wrong , I was wrong.                ...

  HEY READER👋                                        This piece of my writings is really close to my heart. I AM SURE everyone once in their life comes to the stage where they start hating themselves . And what could be the worst feeling then not to feel loved by yourself. I do feel self love is one of the important factors in order to have happily ever after I guess .SO this piece which I wrote in Hindi signifies how we forget to be ourselves in order to make others happy. I hope you like this :     JEE LEE ZARA... KHUD SE PYAAR KARLE ZARA.. AISA KYA HUA KI TUMNE KHUD KO KHO DIYA? AISA KYA HUA KI KHUD SE MUH PHEER LIYA? DUSRO KO KHUSH KARTE KARTE KHUD KI KHUSHI BHUL GYE.. DUNIYA KI RACE MAI BHAGTE BHAGTE APNE PEECHE CHOD AAYE.. SABHI KE LIYE WAQT NIKALTE NIKALTE,  KHUD KO WAQT DENA BHUL GYE... BADI BADI KHUSHIYON KE PEECHE BHAGTE BHAGTE , CHOTE CHOTE PAL KI KHUSHIYAN...

WHILE I THINK... While I think,  I think of my achievements ,which may be are way less or way more depending on the way I see it.. I think of people who are or were in my life, with whom I  felt peace, love and warmth and then those whose expectations I couldn't  fulfill and here I am left with guilt and regrets... I think of others who had achieved a lot for my soul to bear.. but maybe not much for their souls to be glad.. I think of perfection, oh! I fail miserably here...BUT we had heard perfection doesn't exist then why they want me to be perfect? I think of success which has obviously different defination  for all  , for one it maybe to have an amazing life ahead with family and for one it may never be achieved because maybe you stop growing once you feel firm.. I think of things my younger self wanted , and here I am maybe disappointing that young girl who thought she could do it all ... BUT HEY YOU! I AM NOT GOING TO LOOSE HOPE ! MAHIRA SINGH😄

  VOH KAB BADI HOGYI.... JIN AANKHON MAI KABHI SHARARAT HUA KARTI THI, AAJ UNME YEH AANSU KAISE? JO KABHI BEPARVAAH HUA KARTI THI, AAJ YEH HAR CHEEZ KI PARVAAH KAISI? JISNE KABHI ANDHERA NA DEKHA,  AAJ DHUNDHTI HAI ISS ANDHEERE MAI KHUSHI! JISNE KABHI AKELAPAN NA DEKHA, TOH AAJ ISS BHEED MAI AKELEPAN KI TALASH KAISI? KAISE GIRTE GIRTE SAMBHLNA VOH SEEKH GYI,  KAISE ROTE ROTE HASNA VOH SEEKH GYI!   PTA NA CHALA,     VOH KAB BADI HOGYI....           MAHIRA SINGH

      MATURITY Those laughs in sorrow  That smile in pain That pretend in sadness is what which made you mature, That acceptance in unwillingness  That silence in noise That drought in rain  is what made you mature  or may be a better human,   A BETTER HUMAN.....                                                                  MAHIRA SINGH

  CHILDHOOD : WASN'T IT GOLDEN?                            Cloying like clown Gleam like diamond        felt like rain ,even if drought   felt like win ,even if lost felt ensure ,even if  insecure felt like to live in a storey ,even if it was a story. what was it? wasn't it golden? Those days of not being afraid of getting wet.. not being afraid of loosing.. not to care about doing the stupidest thing in the world. That unwillingness to end the game, that innocence of childhood. what was it? wasn't it golden? not to worry about anything , felt right on everything, THE ONLY REASON TO BE ALIVE WAS BEING HAPPY 😃 what was it? wasn't it golden?                                                                       ...

                                        A GIRL FROM A SMALL CITY HOW was she back then? and what has she became now?                              A girl from a small city was not at all witty. JUST like everyone else she had came to achieve something... but she didn't know even though the sky and moon are same in both cities but the difference between both is unexplained . That was like the comfort place, with warmth ,the feeling of being safe, THE HOME NOT HOUSE. THOUGH  almost everything is same here but something is missing.... maybe it was the peace which was with her when she was all by herself... NOT to be pretending what others wanted her to be. AND yet everything is same  everyone here seems happy within themselves but inside all of them are may be broken . SHE who hasn't experienced thi...