Rediscovering the truths

  Year 1949 Rose 11th November, 1945 was the day when me and John finally got married. It was one of my happiest moments of life. He got down on his knees with tears in his eyes, he confessed and I knew that this was meant to be. There were many times I felt John would hide a deep sorrow within himself and something about that would always make me anxious. It was truly strange, when I met John, he looked through me as if he knew me. My favourites, habits and even my quirks he knew it all. Being with him felt natural. We were blissful until I found John one night writing something in his journal, he had a sad aura arround him as if he was counting his days as he looked outside the window. As soon as John went to bed. I searched our study to find his journal, I wanted to know why he looked so defeated and once I did everything suddenly made sense... The journal had our moments of his past and my future. His accounts of us were simply beautiful. According to his journal, I would be di...

Year 1943 John I was concerned. Rose's coughing fit had increased tension times fold. No matter how many times I suggested her for us to visit a doctor, she was always decline saying that she was okay. But I knew she was growing week and frail. Me on the other hand, I was surprisingly making good progress with my invention. It was as if she was my lucky charm. ... I was working as usual when I heard a loud *thud* coming from the kitchen. I rushed in only to find Rose sprawled on the ground with drops of blood everywhere. I took her in my arms and she said in the faintest voice, "I know how this looks, but don't worry, everything's going just as planned". "Planned? What are you talking about? You are sick we need to go to a doctor!" "No! Listen to me, what I am about to tell you. I am from the future. I used the time machine, the same one you are currently building. You make it possible for us to travel back. Isn't that lovely, my dear husband...

Year 1942  Rose It has been a year since I've started interacting with this John. I gave him ideas and he worked his magic. He was charming, witty, smart and most importantly handsome. I watched as John worked on my latest blueprint. He was covered in dust with his slightly long brown hair tied up in a small pony, his sleeves folded up, showing his tan skin and beads of sweat trickling his forehead. I could keep looking at him forever . "Hey, you are staring as if you'll burn a hole through me". He smirked, "Like what you see". I rolled my eyes and hurried off to the kitchen. I couldn't let him see me turning into a tomato. I fumbled through some ingredients and put together a sandwich. I knew how John would sometimes forget to eat or drink while working. That's how focused he would be. I felt proud to be in the same room as him. He didn't understand how much talented he was. He was perfect. My kind of perfect. I grabbed the tray and stepped in t...

"Grandpa, Tell me more about yours inventions!" "Yes... I was an inventory once, *scoffs* what a fool I was...". "Why do you say that? Aren't inventors really cool!" He adjusted his glasses to take a better look, "Mateo... was it? I once thought I could play with time. Only to have it play me". "". John started rocking in his chair as he closed his eyes remembering, "It all started in 1941..." Year 1941 John I chugged a bottle of rum to drown all the noise inside my head. I spent years to invent the machine that could make history, I even refused other ideas. They were right...with no investors, no money, I'm here spending my last dime to get drunk and get wasted. Is this how it ends for me? I lost my balance and almost tripped on the stairs when a hand grabbed a hold of me. Everything was a blur, the last thing I saw was someone with a blue hat and a dress before loosing consciousness. I woke up to a wooden ceiling. ...

I wonder if Icarus knew Would he fear falling And give up freedom Or would he still wish he could fly Imagine having wings Soring high above the ground Flying up and beyond Until everything becomes as tiny as a dot Escaping the gravity that pulls you down You rise higher and higher Where the earth screams beneath, 'Beware the fall' The wind brushing your cheecks A laugh escapes your lips 'Free at last', your lungs sigh With the taste of freedom as swwet as honey No noise from below reaches your ears When the listener becomes the speaker And have conversations deeper than the sea From up there you see the beauty Intricately designed just for you Every puzzle piece falls into its place As a grand plan gets revealed If I were him I would choose to fly The sun might burn my wings But in that moment I will be free. -Radha

Today's blog is all about how unique everyone is! Can you believe in a crowd of 7.6 billion there is no one like you?! I know most of you would go like "Duh!". I know but tell me how many times have we pushed this tiny little fact under the rug.  In this age of competitiveness, all of us are trying to be someone or at least trying to surpass them but the first stop is no doubt, seeing yourself on par with this person, isn't it? You would say having an idol or an example set in front of us is actually what you call as an inspiration. I'm not denying that believe me, even I have my idols that I look up to but, instead of upholding their values and principles but deep down we just want to achieve the same accomplishments as the other or perhaps want to achieve even more. You see most of us are lost, we are just following people and trying to catch up and eventually we forget our own unique selves. How many of us have tried to put up a façade just to fit in. So many t...