People ask why I love sunsets if they mean everything has its end.
There is magic in ideas, things, moments, feelings if you believe in them.
It is the colour of the sun that makes me happy. It reminds me that whatever happens the entire day, you can still be a beautiful thing in the end.
Trees, oceans, and mountains make my heart ache in a good way. I was born in winter and it stamped itself on my heart.
I like to sit on the seashore and breathe in the sky - It is the feeling of Luftmensch (a word of Yiddish origin and it means - An impractical dreamer, literally an air person, someone with her head in the clouds).
I like quiet things and raw moments. Beautiful things make me cry. The sight of the couple sharing vows of foreverness makes me utter a small prayer for their togetherness.
It took time for me to realise that I am a very emotional and romantic person. Here is something I discovered.
The real question is: “What makes sense in this world without emotions and a sparkle of hope?”
Everything is a beautiful thread of different beliefs around us woven either as a perspective, an illusion or merely as a facts-based belief.
As I started taking my life at a slow pace, I began to observe the tiny things around me. Over time, I have appreciated the little things here and there;
like a good cup of coffee,
or fresh-smelling flowers on my hair,
or the smile of the stranger as they pass on the streets.
the world is a monumental beast,
frightening and discouraging,
but in small doses,
it is the most beautiful thing you will ever discover.
Here are a few just random thoughts that floated through my mind while writing this:
I really have started liking boiled corn with a dab of butter and pepper.
My room smells of wet soil and summer winds in monsoon. Does anyone believe in this stupid thought? But there is a science behind why rain smell so good.
I wonder what my power pose could be. It could be smiling but it is definitely not flexing my muscles covered under thick layers of fat and lots of skin.
I want a tub of cheese popcorn. There is a long social history of popcorn.
I am the seed, the plant, the gardener, and the garden. This can be turned into beautiful prose.
Is it crazy to feel alive even while being alive? Because we all are alive in each moment.
Humans have always been wrong about humans. Maybe I need to ponder more on this weird statement.
What defines an Athletic? It could be the last pushup or pullup they performed when their physical body gave up and they still attempted it.
I am never getting used to this beautiful view.
Here I would like to end this newsletter with a feel-good idea for you.
“Be where you are, feel the smell of earth, the touch of waves, the taste of season’s first berries, the sight of trees, the sound of giggly laughter, and the smell of a fresh aura while the rain touches the barrier soil for the very first time.”
Lastly, sharing my mirror dance favourite English playlist: click here. Hoping that it makes you groove.
You can always reply to this newsletter. I will be receiving them and I always got many more stories to share.
Love and warmth of affection,
Khushali Changela