"It Was Just A Phase!"

"It was just a phase!"

"Ah! That's where you are wrong buddy!

You cannot call it a 'phase' and dilute it's importance into non permanence. I don't recall anything permanent in life. It's so not life if it is permanent. And well, that implies, life, yours and mine, is a phase too."

I believe, as we age, we come in terms with how we have grown up. We make a definite statement about ourselves. We have likes, dislikes, favourites and subjects that describe the course of life we have taken in the past years. I also believe, that as we age, we finally drop the idea of adapting to the world, and stop finding the real in it. The people, the scenes, the circumstances, however difficult, don't deter us to the point of breakage. Because we have come in terms with ourselves. And the forces of worldly parameters, no more influence our course.

Sometimes we end up explaining too much of ourselves, our actions and behavioural pattern. It is natural. It is a humanly instinct to want to be perceived right. But in the meantime, we forget that the world doesn't look at us like it is the judge. A judge who will responsibly consider the facts and deliver the judgement with righteousness. Instead, the world is a prosecutor, the opposite side, which shall, to the best of it's ability put forward all the arguments that prove us wrong.

This is where the concept of 'mysterious air' kicks in. We eventually stop explaining as we realize the nature of the world. It becomes important to not let the self proclaimed judge namely world to pass the judgement. Mystery-no more remains a fashion, but a necessity.

I love being trusted as a secret keeper. Like come dear, shed all your secrets in me, and I am so good at it, that I shall forget that myself or atleast pretend to forget for the sake of your security. I shall not talk about it again, even to you, so your forget you even shared it with me. And I shall go down in my grave, proud that I kept my words of keeping it a secret.

Suffering in silence is not bravery, nor it is an act of self sufficiency. There is something fulfilling about being vocal about what goes on in our hearts, good or bad. Certain presence often drives us to the realisation that suffering in silence is not worth it.

There are times when all of us wake up at the middle of the night, and nothing seems alright or suitable. Sometimes despite being at home, we realise we are not at the place that feels home to our hearts. And if you look at it that way, then we are always hustling to reach home. There is a home shaped void in us, that will fill only the day when we find what we are looking for. A place that is home to our hearts.