Confessions

Dear You,

.........Isn't that so many days that you are out of scene. There is no one in this world who understands me as much as you do. There isn't any good listener than you to whom I  can tell all happenings of day. There is no one who really knows why I have to shop something every other day. There is no one whose eyes lights up when I suggest something extremely bad with laughter. There is no one who make those small wishes to me. There is no one who knows why I didn't laughed the whole day. There is no one who knows how tough it is at times with all life stuff. There is no one who knows when and why I am angry. There is no one who knows almost everything about me. Come back soon !

Hejsan,

Confessions of me to myself

An ode to mothers

A mother's love is unmatched. Like me all of us have seen many things around the world, but nothing compares to mother's love and strength. Mother's love is unspoken, natural, comforting and eternal. No one could imagine how far you can go in your field, job, life with mother's love and prayers. Because of this all these qualities heaven is under the feet of mother.

A mother's love is an experience I wish to have one day !

Until next time,

Ikra

Finding happiness in small things

If we look around we would realize that we have so much to be thankful for. Happiness is settled deep inside our hearts and we need to find it in small things. Today on way to office I was thinking what those things could be. For me it is in different small things as; waking up with the sun when rays try to make their way inside room, waking up without alarm, watching when someone is feeding birds in garden, smiles from people whom I even don't know, being happy knowing that soon it will be weekend, bursting out my laugh for no reason, writing with colored pencils, hearing from my bestie when I am missing her a lot, knowing that God is always with me if there is no one else, wearing flip flops on sunny day, treating myself with my favorite food, reading some excellent blog post that leave a smile on my face, finding money in my old clutch, spending every day thinking soon I will be visiting home... And list goes on and on !

Beauty is in everything and happiness is the secret to beauty!

Doodles,

Ikra

Some days are like this

It actually started when I woke up, nothing much lights up. The dark morning, shattering sound of leaves as the wind pass across them, sound of truck taking away the trash and a little aroma of coffee around. 

I have been doing work and it is getting done but my inner is not smiling *Sigh Sigh*. May be I should take up some Yoga, may be start reading some new blog, may be cook something. I admit everyone is struggling with his or her life in one way or other. One has to find peace and happiness at his own. Had I know how to overcome all this, I must have done till now since morning. But I am telling myself that tomorrow will be a better day, and the hope of better tomorrow keeps us alive. Isn't it ?

"I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day"

Audrey Hepburn

More Later,

Ikra !

Autumn ~ An interval

Autumn..

A pause between summer and winter

Leaves are falling, trees are browning

Sun was fun and ice will be nice

Nothing is gonna stay !

Nice weekend,

I K R A (:

Some day I will come back

Lately so many good things are happening in my life. But I am not that active to write them so that I have memories to hold on to. There are so many things hidden inside my heart. I haven't wrote all of them. But I think I will be able to show them, and perhaps that day will come extremely fast. I don't care if I am good or bad enough in writing, but yet I do it. Right day, right time I will come back with all the feelings !

I will come back home soon because home is where my heart is :)

Until next time,

Ikra

For a minute I lost myself

I wish I knew why it feels bad sometimes. May be it is the autumn, dark mornings, the dried leafs, icy wind and almost empty streets. Or may be I am missing my own city.

At times my life is full of contradictions. I'd love to have free time but then I will be thinking how to use it. I'd be thinking of winters all the time but then I will be thinking of bone chilled cold. I'd love to take responsibilities but then I'd like to be dependent as well. Sometimes I have this urge to leave all this behind and go somewhere but then I think acquaintances are nice.

More Later,
Iqra