// The flowers under the sun sublimed into scent across the green expanse as spring welcomed summer. The clouds too receded, for the sun to make its mark across the vastness above as it transitioned into ether. In greetings, I let the sunshine settle onto my skin for I too yearn to evaporate, to rise, to disappear.
Kamakshi Verma //
This is for the summers I took for granted and the wanderlust that marked them for me. I miss the impromptu weekend escapes and the planned vacations; the underrated domestic locations and the much boasted international ones, all of them alike. I no longer care to choose between hill stations & beaches, bustling cities & modest towns. As now we are humbled, I hope places accept me and I learn to appreciate them✨
Dil Bechara: An ethereal tribute, coupled with our search for closure. I usually don’t write about movies for whatever they make me feel is transient. But these feelings, aren’t a prey to time, they are here to stay. It is a tale of the sweetness of life and laughter, and the injustice of death; and we are left with the aftertaste of painful peace. For we could draw links between the reel and the real, our mind decoded dialogues so that our hearts could feel the presence of what lies beyond his character. I knew the story by heart, yet my eyes couldn’t miss a second of it or of him actually. I wanted to soak in, for this was my last chance to celebrate his talent, his charming demeanour, his grandeur. With this movie we have found the last piece of a cosmic puzzle and he has come to a full circle- immortalized in the crypt of his fans’ hearts. And I like many others, have failed to put it into words.
– Kamakshi Verma
For my readers who aren’t from India- Dil Bechara is a movie that happens to be the last film of Sushant Singh Rajput, a Bollywood actor who passed away, a month ago due to suicide. He was a brilliant actor who didn’t get enough credit for his work. His demise has sparked a huge debate on Nepotism in Bollywood and the unfair treatment of talent that comes from outside the industry.
When I look at myself and think about the most defining moments of my life, for every story of victory, I have many more stories of failure. Even though I highlight my highs for they are the peaks that people spot from far away, my lows are like the valleys where the strength of my foundations lie. It’s true when people say “Our failures form our character”, for each time I stumble and fall, I learn some of the best lessons that life has to offer. Lessons that I have been scared of, for we are always taught to win at things, no matter what the cost is. But then why is it that it’s failure that costs us our hearts?
For long I have been afraid, to let people down, to let myself down and to make myself vulnerable to everything that comes along with rejection. Tenacity is a far-fetched virtue when dubiety casts your self-image, so I have lost opportunities for I was afraid to lose. But now I wish to sail and taste the sea, even if my voyage is marked with difficulties, for at least my attempts would provide me peace.
Even when my path’s unknown and destination distant, I’ll take a leap. I’ll rather be an amalgamation of my failed attempts, a curation of courage and wild dreams than being one of lost chances and all-consuming repentance. For failure isn’t my foe but fear of failing is.
I wanted to apologise for being inconsistent with my posts. What can I say, it’s just that life had kept me busy! I hope I can spare some more time to share my thoughts with you guys🌻