I'm a contradiction.
I explore.
I regret things I probably shouldn't.
If I'm comfortable, I'll ask you about the most passionate sexual experience you have had.
I can't go back to being just friends.
I'm afraid I'll go too far.
Blush. Crush. Fantasy. Stop.
I explore.
I contradict myself.
Since I am a doctor, the color red reminds me of blood.
It shows the beauty of the human spirit when a stranger donates blood out of compassion. I recall the anxiety of the patient, when red is being drawn in a syringe, hoping the results aren't an indicator of upcoming health struggles. Red is the color of the blush of a newborn, when it smiles. Without red, life is pale, or even worse, blue.
You are right, cosmicweavers, red is the color of strength. Red reminds me of the color worn by the bride on her wedding day - A strong lady who is now a part of another family.
Red is the color of Ruby, my favorite stone. Personally, I believe having a red bag brings good luck - I always have one in my collection.
Red also reminds me of the color chosen for clothes on a particular Eid, along with green. It fills me with sorrow. Red is the color of tears.
"Perhaps the strength that you find within to make peace after a fight is a testament to the unremitting love you have inside."
- Gayathri Srinivasan
I love this writing by Gaayu. I so very much agree.
Your efforts to resolve the fight, your attempts to clear misunderstandings show that you care. That you love.
People who make mountains out of molehills, believe in rumors about you, build walls and make no attempt to clarify or sort the story straight don't care about you.
We are all different human beings. So it's natural that we are going to have fights with people. There's nothing unusual about it. What matters is respecting differences and making peace.
We purchased a door mat the other day and it was wrapped pretty skilfully. No need for plastic bags, let's use strings! So ecofriendly!
Here's the best part about pediatrics: Children.
You'll see a mother playing train train with her child in the ward, a kid showing off his biceps with an IV in the forearm and a little one measuring the height and weight of his action figure.
How I wish I could've captured them all on camera.
And so her dream dies today, or maybe she knew it was dead a long time ago - She just didn't bury it.
She blames herself for hoping it'd live. She should have accepted this a long time ago.
I am amazed by what I see while I sit here, it's like a chair in the middle of sky. I gaze at the clouds, scattered in the blueness of the sky.
It is the most beautiful place I have ever seen. I look below and I realize that there are unexplored depths of the ocean beneath me. Above - skies with infinite possibilities. Across, I see the horizon, filled with the unknown.
It's enough to change anyone's perspective. We belong here. In the sky. The world is so small. Tiny petty things. Let them not ever get you down.
Remember, remember that view.
When blue and white and orange and purple made you question everything you thought you knew.
Perhaps we all need a trip to a new place, a view like this, to remind us of what truly matters - nothing.
