Facing Problems

I saw this on Quora a couple of days ago. And it felt surprisingly powerful.

I just couldn’t resist sharing it. A simple picture, a strong thought. Perhaps the height of bravery is ultimate innocence.

facing problems

A Milestone, Reached

It’s been one hell of a ride with WordPress. It’s been slow – much slower than I had hoped it to be, but I’m making progress. I’ve reached a milestone of followers and I can’t put in words how thrilled I am.

Thank you for reading, and listening.

Thank you for appreciating, or at least acknowledging.

Thank you for being here each time I hit publish.

It makes me proud that The Chaos Within has 250 awesome readers. Thank you all for making my days.

Cheers, and have a great weekend!

Pause

“Gosh, I need a break!”

We all know the importance of breaking schedule, of taking breaks. It’s a way of reseting our life, erasing everything – a chance to start afresh.

But we’re reluctant when it comes to breaking routine. Breaks can be productive too. It gives us the much needed time to distract ourselves from whatever we’re so focussed on.

Breaks are for us all. Because you never know what could come out of it. Possibly a genius.

Pause

How about we take a ride?

Looking Around the Corner

Small things can affect you in ways you hardly imagine. Like a haircut, for instance.

hair-cut

I’ve never understood all the fuss about hairstyles. For me, hair was always just that — you chop it off and it’ll grow.

So I barely understood the reason for my friends’ reaction when I told them of my plan to chop it off. Because I didn’t feel a thing. Besides, it’s not like I had luscious, beautiful locks or anything. It was just a meagre collection of weak strands that kept losing its quality.

That’s why I wanted to get rid of it. Because every time I saw it, I was overcome with annoyance that I can hardly describe. It was distressing to see my hair fall apart each time I ran my fingers through them.

It took me an unnaturally long time to visit the saloon. The pixie cut it was it to be.

And so it is.

The best part? For the first time in a long time, I like to look at my hair, to caress it, to oil it and to wash it.

I feel happy that it’s so manageable, handy and short. I feel my eyes sparkling at the sight of my hair.

Funny how something as trivial as hair can thrill you. After all, happiness is always just round the corner – if only you know which corner.