This calm, peaceful Saturday morning brings me a sombre mood and answers and revelations. What can heal a broken heart? Hurt. "If you don't let it hurt, how will it heal?" This line is also from Natasha Badhwar, one of my biggest thought influencers.
Also, you know you've finally made the transition from being a tropical girl to a temperate-zoned person when you feel like Spring in thirty-one degree Fahrenheit temperatures and saunter outside boldly without your gloves and usual winter paraphernalia (and even manage to drive your car without turning on the heat, even if it was for just a quarter mile). The once bland foods of the land you now call home begin to taste delicious. You finally understand the agony of a person who chokes on flaming-spice food, the 'pachadi' from your homeland is way too hot for your now continental palette.
Badhwar also said the key to writing is to "imagine all the people who think your writing sucks" and then write with the realization that they are "not reading you."
And this here post is another example of my rambling thoughts. But it floats my boat, so hey.
Also, you know you've finally made the transition from being a tropical girl to a temperate-zoned person when you feel like Spring in thirty-one degree Fahrenheit temperatures and saunter outside boldly without your gloves and usual winter paraphernalia (and even manage to drive your car without turning on the heat, even if it was for just a quarter mile). The once bland foods of the land you now call home begin to taste delicious. You finally understand the agony of a person who chokes on flaming-spice food, the 'pachadi' from your homeland is way too hot for your now continental palette.
Badhwar also said the key to writing is to "imagine all the people who think your writing sucks" and then write with the realization that they are "not reading you."
And this here post is another example of my rambling thoughts. But it floats my boat, so hey.
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