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by Pratishtha Durga
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Waiting for the Beyond!
In life, you go uphill, and you go downhill. If you don’t like to go downhill, you will never go beyond.
I am on a bit of a downhill phase, and all I can do, is wait for it to end, and for the beyond to begin. Meanwhile, I continue to organize my life, and prioritize, prioritize, and prioritize. I have way more than two suitcases, and just over ten months to fit my life into… just TWO suitcases. With the excess baggage I still carry, this seems like a daunting task. But then, what’s a challenge if it doesn’t force you to push the envelope way beyond your comfort zone. Every time I look at something pretty for my home, I have to debate if I really need it. “Wants” have a way with deception. They can disguise themselves as “needs”, and before you know, you have a new set of excess baggage.
So I know that I need to be careful, and proceed with caution. I already know that I won’t be buying a bed for the house. And that I will be buying a comfortable chair for the times dad visits. And I know that I don’t want a food processor. And that I need a new lamp for my living room. So I will build one from scratch. I want to make things for my house. Only the things I need. Not the things I want. This process of DIY gives me a high that brings me a step closer to the “beyond”. And that’s what I need right now.
I don’t mind the “downhill” as long as they help serve a purpose. And besides, feeling can be dealt with. It’s circumstances that are difficult. You can’t wish them away. You face them. You fight them. You resolve them. And that’s when the downhill in your life begins transforming. No longer am I wishing the valleys away. I will walk through them. For at the end of the valley lies the uphill in my life.
Uncategorized: dealing with separation interior decoration Lifein2suitcases living alone Living in Mumbai Mumbai
by Pratishtha Durga
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My House And I
The relationship between my house and me is thriving. It responds to my needs, it flourishes under my care, and it fills my life with warmth. I think I am going to make my house my Valentine this year. I will buy it some flowers and I will buy it a gift. We will have a quiet date, with a nice dinner for one, and some candles and good music. It sounds better than bouquets and gifts and fake notes which now hold no meaning. True feelings are held within. They are expressed without a sound. Love is a wordless emotion. I think I am falling in love. I feel as if I am in love when I can smell the fresh, hand-washed laundry. I feel on top of the world when I cut and chop vegetables, and watch my simple meals cook. I feel great walking from room to room, watching all the happy colors unfold in my life.
I went through a phase when every memory became regret. When I could not look back without breaking down. When I did not put up the mirrors on the walls, because I could not bear to look at myself. But my house has made all that go away.
My Colorful Kitchen
The "no-bed" bedroom...
I feel a little more like myself every day. I am growing back into my skin. And it feels good. I am sticking to my promise of no clutter. So far, I haven’t bought any furniture for the house, and it doesn’t seem to be complaining. I found two run-down chairs in the loft, and painted them white. I sent away the old bed that was lying in the bedroom, and got two mattresses, that now make my bed. The living room has two bookshelves and some floor seating. My kitchen has all the things I will use for cooking, and nothing else. And as I rid myself of the clutter around me, I feel my life lightening up. I feel as if for the first time in years, I have space to breathe. I am there for my friends I lot more than before. I can see things I did not before. I have become more tolerant, especially with myself.
So far so good. It’s not like there aren’t any bad days. But as long as I can balance them with good ones, I guess this plan is working. On a less solemn note, I gave the wardrobe a bit of a makeover… What do you think of Phase I ?
Wardrobe gets some color!
