Bichkand's Diary

Tiny moments are worth living A moment of argument for no reason but to talk just... A moment of speaking your heart out to feel loved  A moment of celebrating little achievements A moment of being tagged in a post or being in somebody's story... A moment of being teased and crazy laughter Even a moment of peaceful silence.... Living and cherishing each moment Fills your story with the captured moments of joy Life never stays on a single pole...  There are ups and downs But it's you who has to choose Whether to live  or wait for a perfect moment  

  Once there were two wanderers, walking together along an unending road. They never talked to each other. They never look at each other. Each one kept walking and stopped when necessary without bothering the other one until one day when one of them stopped and started screaming. His screams were so loud and nonstop for time being. The other one kept walking, tried to ignore unpleasant sound of pain. He walked miles away but still could hear his screams. He stopped, looked back and found no one. He knew he walked away from his unknown companion but pain followed him. He closed his eyes and kept his hands on his ears to not listen to that heart wrenching sound and felt like that sound was being played somewhere in his mind. He quickly opened his eyes and walked back to witness the pain itself. When he reached the point and saw the face of his unknown companion his existence got paralyzed. He couldn't believe on his eyes.  "Why did you return? Go away. Keep yesterday's dead ...

It's okay if you are not the person who you were or you thought you would be. And it's not your responsibility to entertain people by faking your existing being with the mask of yesterday. You don't resonate with yesterday's SELF anymore. And you don't need to step back just to keep some connections alive. Because people who can't embrace your all versions aren't worth your efforts. & The ones who love you will ask you to move forward with your newest version... More stronger and capable to deal with hardships, anxiety, or anything unusual comes on your way..  

On a shore of a dried ocean she is sitting... With hope embodied... In her each cell... Her eyes brighter... Kept neither on dried land... Nor on unclear sky... But somewhere between them... Where exists NOTHING... The curl of her hair swinging up and down... Dancing with the flow of air... Her cheeks with a glow... Called THE BEAUTY... Her lips with no smile... Nor dried like the land... They were ready to be touched... By the lips of happiness... To wear... The lipstick of joy... Her heart skipping and then holding the beats... To play the music of hope... Her soul... Wearing the yellow dress... Yellow! The color of love... Ready for the waves of life... To make her feel... The essence of love... The taste of joy... In short, she was waiting for a miracle to happen... There was nothing around her... Except HOPE... and her FAITH....