A tribute to Astha Srivastava. Her stories will forever remain in our hearts. 💜 May her soul rest in eternal peace ☮️
I hope everyone is staying strong and safe! My own eulogy would have been different. But I lost my uncle (brother's father) most recently. I tried to express what he felt and how he would want his son to think of him now that he's gone. Always praying for a better life for wherever he is now.
That was a beginning of my love for the South Indian creations. They are more content driven, touching and definitely leave a hangover. If it wasn’t for that one evening of crazy, I don’t think I’d ever truly enjoy my first experience of a south Indian film.
|| Just like the sun and the moon, one a star, the other a large mass of rock and dirt, people feel connected to one another despite of their differences. They say the first impressions last. I say they are judging too fast. See how the unknown merges into the known. Love is tangled in... Continue Reading →
It's hard to lose someone. You imagine you will never get over the pain. It will hurt less someday and you will survive. As irreparably broken, gutted, hollow as one may feel, it does not kill you. While it may feel as though a dementor has sucked every last hint of happiness from your chest, you will have days where you think of them and you do not cry. There will even be days you smile while you remember them. Be thankful for those days, which fend off despair like my personal little patronus charm. I know that is what they would want for me, and how they would want to be remembered — with love and joy instead of pain and tears.
Remember, when the peacock struts his stuff, he shows his backside to half the world. - Herve Wiener