Sunshine: A Way of Life

We fail before we succeed. We fell down before we started to walk. We just made lines before we learned to write. We fumbled before we read. The bird didn't fly in its first attempt. It failed and tried again. It tried until its first flight. I know that writing about failures and just giving out positive messages is far more different and tough than actually facing one and most importantly overcoming them. Failure on a bright side is just life-giving you another to groom up yourself and achieve what you couldn't achieve in the first go. Let the failures hurt you but never let them stop you. The moment you let them stop you, that's where everything will collapse. How to deal with it? Well. Patience and hard work together always pays off. Being consistent. trying harder each day to achieve your goals is all you need to focus on. It's difficult getting over a failure especially when people around keep putting you down each day a little. You are to decide ...

They say don't repeat the same mistake again. They say you ought to learn from your mistakes. They say making the same mistakes, again and again, is called a bad habit. Well, I have a bad habit. A bad habit of trying to fix things. Things which I broke down. Broken friendship, relationships and even broken memories. I tend to fix all these and the universe kept breaking them up again and again and not even a single time I realized that what was the universe trying to say to me. "Girl! You have to stop it! I break things for your good. When things get toxic for you and you don't realize. I break them and you shouldn't be fixing them again and again, because they are meant to broken. Fixing them, again and again, will make you feel low, for your efforts will lay in vain. It's okay to leave behind broken things, that makes plenty of space for the things you actually need to focus on. " The above are really some golden words. Yaa, I realized those ...

Taking the path less traveled is fun. Taking the decision unexpected is brave. Taking the correct step ahead is right. Taking a day off is necessary. Taking our own care isn't luxury but really essential. We often neglect self-care routine due to our busy and hectic schedules. Alarming deadlines, busy corporate culture, so many responsibilities to take care of often leave us tired and sooner or later, neglecting what your body is asking for. Long working hours and traveling time eat up soo much of one's time, that we barely have the energy or time to relax and fulfill the needs of the body. Not only going to a spa, or massage only helps in self-care, but at times just reading a book with your favorite music playing, or maybe having your favorite snack or dessert would help. It's not only what your body demands, but it's also sometimes the tired soul which keeps on demanding peace for which we are too busy to provide. A good book, good music, good food,...

Hey 14-year old me, I want to tell you a few things no one would ever tell you with this assurance. You will meet a lot of people and you should not be holding on to people who backstab you and crap at your back about you. Those people aren't meant to keep but they would teach you the best lessons in life about trust, dignity and most importantly, the way how you react with this crap. They would do a hundred things to pull down and make fun of your flaws. They may have good skin for now but don't forget acne occur to all. They may be lean and all but you shouldn't be comparing yourself with any one of them, you are curvy and your beauty lay in those. Life would challenge you and how you deal with it is most important. A few would break you and yes there will be nights of inferiority and tears, but you have to fight those and would make you what you want to be. Not everyone would be sweet to you and be nice to you even when you are nice to them and they would mess with...

If only eyes ever told stories, How amazing those would be. Deep in eyes, straight from the heart, Unbiased, pure and rare. If eyes ever told stories, Would you ever be spending the time to read them? Such waste of time of words it would be, Only if stories are just and matter of words. If only eyes ever told stories, Writers won't sleep...maybe But dreams would create tales. Only for the readers, the language won't be a barrier at all. If only eyes ever told stories, The truth won't be contaminated with words, Love and liberty would be in the purest form of their existence. Lies won't have any place on the Earth. If eyes ever told stories, Eyes only... and ... only eyes told stories. -Ira Pandey IG:   @ira.pandey1803, @imperfect_ira

मैं बैठी डरी इस ख्याल से थी की, हाथ जिनका थाम कर हर पल हसी हूँ मैं, अब उहने छोड़ कर मुझे आगे बढ़ना है। यही चार दिन यारी के मुझे ज़िन्दगी भर साथ इन्हे रखना है वो यारो ने भी खूब की है आदत ख़राब हमारी दुनिया से जो लाडे थे। वो आंसू हमारे देखके सबकुछ छोड़ हमारे पास बैठे थे। आज भी ज़रा ख्याल उनका आँखे नम करदेता है। वो शमां भी हसीं थी जब उनके साथ बैठ कर उनकी जाने की बात पर हँसा करते थे। ये शमां भी हसीं है जब उनकी यादो को साथ बैठे हम हर लफ्ज़ पन्नो पे उतारा करते है। वो चार दिन यारी के ताउम्र हमे याद रहेंगे। राहे जब अलग करेंगी समय की मार भी भारी रहेंगी तब वादा करो की चाय के साथ हमेशा हमे याद करोगे। जो रह गए पीछे उनके नाम भी बाते है। शुक्रिया है उनको, दुनिया में कदम रखने से पहले ही दुनिया दारी वो सिखा के चले गए। वो जगह बहुत प्यारी थी , यहाँ मिले थे चार यार हमारे। चार दिन की यारी के चार हज़ार खत वो दे गए आज भी जब उन खतो को खोला तो वो चार यार याद आ गए। खेलते, हस्ते, गाते वो समय कभी बिताया था। मन तो आज भी है की उन यारो के साथ, वो चार दिन कुछ और जी लिए जाए। कु...

Let me get this one straight this time. I was on a huge rollercoaster of emotions for a past few days. Completely broken and sad, I got off from all the social media and didn't pick any call for an hour or two, not only this I skipped my dinner for the night as well. Well, it wasn't a breakup but even more than that. And then to handle the broken me some people come up, the ones whom I call my friends or rather family. The ones I meet daily or might not meet even in months. This one is for all my friends. वो तुम ही थे जिनके कंधे पर सिर रखकर हम अपनी सारी बाते कह दिया करते थे। वो तुम ही जिससे हम सारी हसी ठिठोली किया करते थे। वो तुम ही थे जिनके साथ हम कभी खुद से अलग नहीं हुए। वो तुम ही थे जिनके साथ बिताया हर लम्हा हम खुलके जीते थे। वो तुम ही थे जिसके रूठने से हमारी दुनिया थम सी जाती थी। वो तुम ही थे जिसके साथ हम मैं के गीत गुन-गुननाया करते थे। वो तुम ही थे जो माँ की तरह डाट कर भी हमारी गलतियों को छुपाया करते थे। वो तुम ही थे जिसके साथ स्कूल की दीवारे पे यादे छोड़ी ...

कागज़ के पन्नो पे लिखी उन हज़ारो कहानियो में एक तुम भी हो। मेरी ज़िन्दगी को इस क़दर बदलने के लिए शुक्रिया। शायद तुम्हारे आने और जाने में बहुत कुछ सीखने को मिला है मुझे। तुम्हारे होने  पर अच्छा लगता था, एक समय वो भी था। आज तुम्हारे जाने का भी कोई अफ़सोस नहीं। हज़ारो पन्नो की उस किताब से एक तुम्हरी कहानी गुम भी हो जाए तो शायद ही फर्क पड़े मुझे। ये कहानी हमने लिखी थी, हमने ही मिटा दी।  रेत पे लिखी कहानिया अक्सर पानी एक बहाव से ख़तम हो जाती है , शायद हमारी कहानी भी कुछ ऐसी थी। अगर सियाही से लिखते ये कहानी तो शायद कुछ देर और पढ़ पाते। एक कहानी और है मेरी इस किताब में। सबसे लम्बी कहानी है जो, एक पन्ना नहीं शायद आधी किताब की है वो कहानी। जैसे किसी ने पत्थर पे लकीर सी बना दी हो। एक कहानी जो दुनिया कभी ना पढ़ पाएगी। एक कहानी जिसे सादिया याद रख जाएगी। शायद ना तुम कभी समझ पाए इस कहानी को , शायद तुम समझाना ही नहीं चाहते थे इस कहानी को। एक कहानी थी तुम , एक कहानी है वो। बस इतना है की तुम रेट पे लिखी थी और वो.... शायद कागज़ पे सियाही से या , शायद पत्थर पे गड़ी उस लकीर जैसे। काश ...

The one which broke once long back The one which couldn't heal ever Long back for the wounds have lasted now The scars still seem fresh The pain is healed but it ignited a fire The fire of revenge but not of violence The fire grew bit by bit each passing moment Maybe, to make them realize, was its only motive The realization of the sins to the culprit was difficult but never impossible Determination, patience, and wisdom were her weapons in the war The war against evil The war for her dignity She remained standing in the wind and thunder She answered the filthy questions in the courtroom for she was the victim Victim of inhumanity Victim of the rage Victim of the orthodox mindsets Victim of her own choice Choices to wear what she wanted to Choices for exploring the city despite the needles of the clock Choices of the people  she wanted to be with Choice of trusting people out of humanity. -Ira Pandey.

लौटा दो वो लम्हे, जब कंधो पे बस्ता टांगे हम डामाडोल हुए क्लासरूम की तरफ चला करते थे, जब स्कूल से आकर घर वापस हम अक्सर सो जाया करते थे , जब होमवर्क की टेंशन नहीं पर खेलने जाना ज़रूरी था , जब पेंसिल से लिखी गलतिया हम झट से मिटा दिया करते थे, लौटा दो वो लम्हे जब हम छोटे बच्चे हुआ करते थे, ना क्लास में फर्स्ट आने की दौड़ थी , ना किसी बात की चिंता , ना थी कोई दूरी किसी से , ना रूठा करते थे हम किसी से , लौटा दो वो लम्हे जब हम बेफिरक जीया करते थे , भोली सी मुस्कान में सब बया करते थे , आँखों में हम कभी आंसू ना कैद किया करते थे , जो मन हुआ वो कह दिया करते थे, लौटा दो वो लम्हे जब हम बेबाक सब कहा करते थे , मम्मी से ज़िद्द भी वो मासूम थी, पापा कभी डाटा नहीं करते थे , भोलेपन में हमारे वो भी अपना बचपन जीया करते थे , जब रविवार का हर दिन पिकनिक हुआ करता था , लौटा दो वो लम्हे मेरे हिस्से के शायद आज उन्हें फिर जीने का मन है, तब शायद कुछ कसर बच गयी थी , जिसे आज पूरी करने की तमना हम करते है। - Ira Pandey.