It's All In The Mind

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"Stop making up things, nothing is wrong with you."

"Do not over analyse small things. Why over think so much?"

"Why are you so quiet, why can't you just be your usual self?"

"Pray, it will help you feel better."

"Stop this attention seeking."

"There is nothing, it is all in your head. It is a psychological problem."

Corporate Circus #3: Lifted Spirits

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Apart from my desk where I diligently work and seldom resort to entertainment in the form of checking social media, I get entertained the most in the office elevators. Office elevators and I have a love hate relationship. I'm claustrophobic and hate to step into an elevator. Whenever I can, I choose the stairs, but since my work station is at the fifth floor I do not have the luxury of taking the stairs all the time. Whenever I am late to work, I take the elevator to reach my seat quickly. But since Murphy rules my life, the lift decides to stop at every floor. Now, I am not here to talk about my problem with elevators. The problem I have is with the people who I share the elevator with.

Since I work in a huge corporate, the number of people in my office is equivalent to the population of a small country. At times it feels like all of them are waiting in the lift lobby. You should be very lucky if you are able to wade through the crowd and make it to a lift that can accommodate you. In a elevator that can fit in about twenty people, I am more often than not surrounded by at least twenty five of them. That's not my only problem. Some people do not understand that lifts are only to be used to move from one floor to another. It is not a place to hangout and is definitely not a place to check if your belt is fitting you right or not.

Purple Dreams

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I squint my eyes and look closely
The purple field ahead invites me
Confused I slowly set my foot in
Everywhere only purple I see

The leaves brush against my legs
The gentle flowers tickle my chin
I feel happiness envelope me
Through every pore of my skin

Maybe this is what they call magic
I love this warm fuzzy feeling
A butterfly comes flapping its wings
Placing on my finger a purple ring

Book Review: The Memory Keeper's Daughter

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Title: The Memory Keeper's Daughter
Author: Kim Edwards
Publisher: Penguin UK (26 April 2007)
Genre: Contemporary Fiction
Price: Rs. 225 on Amazon
Pages: 432

This was just another random book that I found on Goodreads. What caught my attention was the title and the haunting cover of the book. Till date when I look at that frail white dress, it breaks my heart. I hadn't even heard about the author before that. The ratings were pretty good too but I kept going back to the title. It was so beautiful and the blurb was exciting enough for me to place an order for the book. I have learnt to read books with zero expectations these days. I start with an empty slate and work my way up through it. 'The Night Circus' was the first book that I read without expectations and it just blew my mind! I started this one the same way too.

Monday Musings #14

When Wounds Heal You

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We all come with a share of wounds
Teaching us so much in the bargain
While some disappear without scars
They still leave behind the pain

Some wounds never hurt
As a reminder they stay on
The cause of it is forgotten
The relevant memory long gone

Some of them exhaust you
Grabbing your throat, they never leave
They shatter your life in many ways
While you pick up the remnants with a sieve

Action Replay: April 2017

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While February and March was all about hope, April was all about strength and self belief. It wasn't an easy time for me as I was dealing with a lot of pressure at work along with some conflict within me. I was battling insomnia and trying to get past the day like I'd rested for ten whole hours. To top it up, I was a part of the A to Z challenge for April as well. It was chaos, chaos and chaos all over. The work pressure was mounting and that left me little time for myself. I plunged in head first into work like I do always. But this time the reason was different. I was going through something unpleasant within me that I needed all the distraction possible. Like always, I turn to work and office for distraction. The only place I feel sorted is at my work. While my focus was all over the place, at work it fell into place perfectly.