I want peace and I'll tell you how

My T-shirt got ruined because someone holding coffee bumped into me. It was my favourite!

I’m so worried about my childs’ grades. How do I help her? What will happen next?

Cancer shouldn’t have taken him away. Why do bad things always happen to good people?

How many times in a day do you feel worried, sad or angry at someone or something? Reflect a bit. Has it always been because of something you love or vehemently dislike? If it’s not either of those, you don’t care, and it doesn’t affect you. Attachment in all forms, I believe, is the main reason behind lack of peace in our hearts and mind. It could be attachment towards materialistic things, towards living beings, greed or power. Your attachment to your T-shirt that got ruined will affect you and not anyone else. But when the attachment levels multiply exponentially towards anything, like power for instance, peace gets disturbed at a larger level and many people get affected.

What we need for world peace is a world without war, hate, racism and religious discrimination. And to achieve that, we need peace in our hearts and minds first.

What do you want? What is that one dream you’d work relentlessly for and wish it came true?  And till which extent will you be ready to go? An important cause of peace is satisfaction. When you don’t achieve what you ultimately want, you feel restless. Hitler wanted to create in Eastern Europe what he thought of as the equivalent of the American West – a kind of bread basket for Germany. He didn’t mind going through a world war to achieve that. In fact Hitler always intended war. You have to make sure that your dreams and means of achieving them don’t disturb peace.

Lord Mahavira says,

“If you kill someone, it is yourself you kill. If you overpower someone, it is yourself you overpower. If you torment someone, it is yourself you torment. If you harm someone, it is yourself you harm.”

Similarly, every good deed done for someone is something you do for yourself. Random acts of kindness are for you. Appreciating others is something you should do for yourself. Because when you do that, all envy and negative emotions you feel for that person go away. You make them happy and yourself happy as well in the process.

 You must cultivate the attitude of forgiving people because it gives you closure. Fire can’t be put off by adding more fire. It’s our duty to stop adding fuel to it. If Nelson Mandela could forgive someone responsible for 27 years of his imprisonment and torture, can’t we find some compassion in ourselves as well?  I feel that neither ISIS nor Paris will stop bombing each other till one perishes. The revenge cycle will never end.

You need to have gratitude for what you can give as opposed to what you receive, because at the end of the day, giving is receiving. You have to create the attitude that whatever happens is for the best. That way, even if you feel wronged by someone, you’ll be able to let it go and move on.

The world is an ever changing reality with infinite viewpoints that depend on time, place, nature, the viewer and the viewed. We need to realise that the truth is relative to different viewpoints and learn to respect every person’s beliefs.  We must believe in universal love for every living thing on Earth.

Universal love reminds me of this Sanskrit shlok.

“Shivamastu sarva jagataha,

Parahita nirta bhavantu bhootaganaha,

Doshaha prayaantu nasham,

Sarvatra sukhibhavantu lokaha.”

The writer extends his well wishes to the entire universe. He hopes that everyone is happy and their sorrow is taken away.

And that’s what we all need to hope for. We need to hope for peace, we need to hope for love, we need to hope for hope.

Thanks for reading!

Kanksha :)

PS maybe the sanskrit shlok got too much but meh.

I think this one is about trains and society

My dad asked me why there's only been one blog post in three months and while that's probably exaggerated, it's true that I find myself having nothing to write about. Essentially I could write about anything and post it. But the level I've set for myself is so high that it's becoming harder and harder to live up to it. I realised that I had stopped writing for myself and started writing for an audience and although that's important, I'm going to try writing for myself again.

With that being said, I'm actually typing this in the train on my way back from Lonavala. I was supposed to be travelling with someone but that girl ditched me so I'm all alone without a book to read or earphones. It may sound sad but tbh, it has been two and a half hours and I don't know how time flew. There's this queer peace one gets by being alone in the company of cockroaches and a box of pizza in your bag. You can spend hours watching them dodge their way through cars, taking in the AC and sips of leftover chai under the seat. They watch the ticket checker wake people up with a 'heylo' and charge three times the money for the arrangement of a seat. It's pretty amusing.

Trains fascinate me way too much for it to be normal. The speed with which it rushes messing up your hair, the variety of people you see and interesting conversations you have with old friends you just happen to meet are all a part of them. To me they aren't just a way to beat the traffic anymore. They're a getaway from the real world, a place where I spend a couple hours in the day, where my lap becomes a desk for assignments due submission and where nobody cares about anything. You want to eat? No one will stare at you. Applying makeup? Go ahead. Finishing your work? Feeling melancholy? They'll give you your space. Because here, everyone cares but no one meddles. 

Trains are like a mini temporary society within the real society. There's this poem about society that I came across written by Erin Hanson.

Welcome to society,
We hope you enjoy your stay,
And please feel free to be yourself,
As long as it's in the right way,
Make sure you love your body,
Not too much or we'll tear you down,
We'll bully you for smiling,
And then wonder why you frown,
We'll tell you that you're worthless,
That you shouldn't make a sound,
And then cry with all the others,
As you're buried in the ground,
You can fall in love with anyone,
As long as it's who we choose,
And we'll let you have your opinions,
But please shape them to our views,
Welcome to society,
We promise that we won't deceive,
And one more rule now that you're here,
There's no way you can leave.

I love the contrast between the attitude of people in the real and temporary society. Maybe it isn't the attitude but the circumstances that make the attitude seem that way. Or perhaps all of this is just a figment of my imagination.

Thanks for reading!
Kanksha :)

Little me

When flowers grow because they were there
Polar bears come from anywhere
Valentines day cards get dedicated to your mommy
And you're obsessed with a birthday party

(Okay everyone is obsessed about birthdays.)

Nevertheless, that's how little me thought. It's innocence that is captivating, you know? It's what keeps the child inside of you alive. When you grow up, you stop believing that the world is a nice place. It becomes harder to digest that someone actually wants to help you without ulterior motives, the tooth fairy stops existing and you get entangled in a web of formalities.

If I had green eyebrows, blue eyes, cherry red lips and brown hair, maybe I'd look quite stunning. What do you think?

I also have one page that says that the house turned into a pansel (pencil).

Do you have anything that makes you realise you were an interesting wild child? If yes, share it down there in the comments! I found four picture books made by me when I was four or five. Guess I always wrote, even if it was complete nonsense xD

Will be back soon, thanks for reading.

Kanksha :)

Live to Die?

I saw this while going to college

The wind rolled away, swirling around her ecstatic face.  She kept fidgeting with the pair of earrings, marveling its beauty. She’d bought them from a lady on the train. They were for her sister though, who’d surely appreciate the non-birthday gift! With music blaring in her ears, she started making her fingers maneuver through the dust on the grills of the window, spinning the earrings along them, just to watch one fall out on the tracks. Shoulders drooping, she set the lone earring at the counter, letting it watch the tracks for its soulmate.

My friend just broke his iPhone. *sheds a tear*

Everything has a story to tell (except a cracked iPhone since it breaks simply when it falls) and I think this is because we get attached to stuff really quickly. We get fascinated by fictional people and by people we watch on TV, who exist only inside tiny cells containing electrically charged ionic gases. We’re attached to this world we know nothing about. We don’t know why we are alive, yet we’re attached to the phenomenon of existence. We’re possessive about the food we eat and the clothes we wear.

But does all of that matter? Does anything in this world actually matter? When you die, you may realise that your entire life was a dream. You may find out that life doesn’t mean anything and every person who dies just makes up another atom to add to the single cell of another life. Or maybe all of this will matter as you reminisce your existence with everyone else who is dead. If that is the case, the dead club must be overflowing with members.

We live to die. And we die, trying to live.

Thanks for reading!
Kanksha :)

Making the ball (and our muscles) dance

Mind bellowing with agony, the NBA star shut it the pain away and got up. Multiple images of the ball danced. He took the lead and made them twirl on the edge of the baskets' rim.

Sportspeople have always fascinated me. It's insane how they bounce back from injuries however severe they are and win the game for the team. It's like the adrenaline makes them ignore how bad it is and the pain starts kicking in only once the game ends.

I read "Open" by Andre Agassi recently and it didn't disappoint. The book is marvellous and the level of detail is unimaginable. The only way he could have written it is if he kept a diary. You can feel his confusion, distress and anger at every loss, the lack of real joy at every win reaches you as well. He keeps telling us how he hates tennis but like every other person has told him, I gather that he doesn't really hate it at all.

You understand the amount of effort every top sportsperson has to put in to reach there - it definitely isn't just talent. Sports is as much of a mind game as it is physical. It's taking care of your diet and being fit, being focused even when you're having a bad day and not letting your opponent mess with you. It's not about being the best but being better than the other team.

I guess that's what propelled me to engage myself in physical activity on a regular basis. It's exhilarating and exhausting at the same time.

Start working those muscles, Nike Training Club's App is really good for women, whether you're a beginner or a pro. Even a 12 minute workout at home could help keep yourself in shape and build some strength.
Go cycle around sunrise. Make yourself wake up when most of the city is sleeping.
Join classes for a team sport maybe. It'll leave you refreshed and with new friends.

Cheers to a new routine, let's get some of the spirit of athletes in ourselves and pass it on!

Kanksha :)

Icebreaker Ideas and CollegeTips(?)

Unprecedented faces, plastic smiles etched on each,
Among the awkwardness, teachers come and teach.
Four weeks and an icebreaker down,
You've got people willing to dance in class breaks for no reason at all.

College just began. The best part about beginning college is that you build your reputation from scratch however you like - unless your name decides it for you. What is interesting about names is their originality (or un-originality). People whose first name is weird or rather unheard of are called by their first name. But if the last name is the strange one, the surname becomes their identity wherever they go. (My favourite is DaVinci) Name isn't the only identity giver though. In fact in class, we've got an MJDancer and GuyFromDelhi as well. I guess it's important to remember that the first impression is almost impossible to change unless you do something drastic enough to overshadow it, so if you're a fresher be careful about what you do since that's what you'll be known for. :P

I drift, though. How do you get people talking? Some people are reserved and like keeping to themselves, which is fine, but there are others who just need a little push. And that's why you have ice breakers. In my college, Henil, a friend of mine, came up with the idea of a wish box.  He asked people to pen down wishes and announced them in class during the breaks, making people get up and fulfilling them. We had people come up and do TONS of stuff. Needless to say, in the beginning, it's hard. People aren't usually ready to perform in front of 60 others. But  slowly, as a couple of people are good sports, more and more wishes start trickling in and you're having mad fun. Singing the national anthem in class, having a Bharatnatyam session, a yoga one (where all everyone did is breathed and said ohm), people dancing in groups and having a ramp walk along with a push up competition - you name it, and it happened.

Another idea would be having a treasure hunt. Get people up and running from place to place performing tasks at certain ones. Make groups randomly and they'll work together and bond. There is one thing that any ice breaker needs commonly though, and that's an organiser. So if that's not you, go hunt one out in class and try these, I promise you that you'll have fun.

I'm one of those super impatient people who can't stand awkward silences which is also why I kind of hated the first week. But now, I've begun to get used to college and its getting better everyday. Hoping for four exciting years filled with hard work and fun, peopleeeeee!

(This is more of a one-month diary entry than a blog post. Sigh.)
*Hoping no one got bored!*
Share your college experiences in the comments section. I LOVE LOVE LOVEEEE COMMENTS. :")

Thanks for reading!
Kanksha :)

Tattoo A Doodle.

The textbook full of doodles took her back to every moment much better than a tattoo ever would. Tattoos help you remember moments already inked on your brain. Doodles? They take you back to the most insignificant ones. The monsterly scribbles greet you before you're taken to the fleet of thoughts just before you were about to doze off. And that journey is beautiful.

So I was giving away my eleventh and twelfth grade books and notes to a couple of other people and found tiny words and masterpieces which took me back to a study date with a friend in Starbucks where she'd written down a random persons number as he spoke it out loud but never got to pranking him. I came across organic chemistry structures that had been turned into ballerinas and flying houses. And I realised that they reminded me of the exact scene that happened months ago which I found fascinating.

Go ahead and bring out a couple of old books. Embrace the nostalgia.

Thanks for reading!
Kanksha :)

Looking Through Londons' Eye

Yaayayyyyy everyone, I'm back without a bang.

As promised, I'm going to talk about my trip. Guess who wears makeup at 3:00 am. Obviously people who come to the airport. Apart from flawless people, the new airport was one of the koolest ones because of its honeycomb structure and I got to charge my phone so it was pretty epic because of that too.

Any way, off we went, into the deep blue ground (you could correct me if you want to - I did this on purpose) and movies became my best friend. Birdman was awesome. I liked the uniqueness of the concept more than anything and how they conveyed the need for everyone to be heard and known. Next came PS I love you, and you might want to watch the movie just to see the love, because it is realistically-unreal if that made any sense. Queen had some spunk though and left me on a fresh and positive note before we landed.

What made me fall for London were the parks. People sunbathing while having lunch, sitting in the parks and hanging out isn't something you'll find everywhere. Also the variety of people working and the mixture of races was interesting.

First stop there was the SwamiNarayan Temple. If you're not a believer or don't like temples, don't waste your time going there.

Second stop was the London Eye.The highlight of it was spotting well known buildings top view. My sister had carried pictures of how they look like but that proved to be unnecessary because there was an interactive screen that helped you identify buildings.  It's really nice and you get the birdseye view, but once you go on it you realise it wasn't as special as you expected it to be. Or maybe I just have high expectations. :P 

And that was the end of our touring. LookOutOfTheWindow. Eat. Sleep. RepeatForElevenMoreDays. (Don't worry, it wasn't even close to how boring I make it sound!)

Signing off now,

Kanksha :)

TackyTips: 

As far as possible, pack sandwiches for lunch in a park under the trees instead of looking for a hotel. It'll turn into a perfect picnic, park visit and you won't have to spend extra lunch money either! ;) 

If you're looking for Jain food like we were, you'll definitely get it at Holiday Inn near Heathrow Airport.

And before I forget, thanks for reading! :D

What she did

Lying around for a while in bed,
She let the cloudy skies in her head clear.
It was time to do what her heart and brain said,
And take the road not taken instead,

There wasn't anything left to fear.

No more sadness.
Being lost was forgotten.
Nothing left to confess.
It was time to clear up the mess. 

Gone were the thoughts that were rotten.

But what does she want?
That was the priceless question.
To figure that out,
She struggled a lot,
It required tremendous procrastination.

Finally she had a goal.
It was time to become the protagonist of her own book.
The plot in her hands, all she needed to do was play her role,
And eventually meticulously fix all the loopholes,
(Also probably learn how to cook?)

Anticipation to start something new
Fires through her as she begins each target lightening fast.
What bothers a few,
And creeps into her mind too,
Is how long will it last?

This is the second part to "What does she do then." If you missed that post, you can check it out here.

Many times we mess up, or things don't go as we plan. It seems as if there is no hope. In reality, there is always hope. What she does is starts building on thee tiny speck of hope and tries to transform the tiny raindrop into a rainbow.

So it has been literally ages (as usual) since I wrote. I was initially busy with an essay for a competition held by the UNESCO and set off to Europe following that so.... :P 

I'm planning to alternate every post with one on my journey, so stay in touch and go follow on our facebook page if you haven't already!

Hope you liked it!
Thanks for reading!
Kanksha :)

Ugly Beauty

“You’re stunning.” He said, as though he was stating a fact.

“STUPEFY!” She screamed, as though holding out an imaginary wand. “Now I’m stunning you.” She added with a wink.

He rolled his eyes as they proceeded to the candy floss and popcorn vendor.  

People react to compliments in tons of ways. Admittedly, there’s a big section of people who strive for them, but a percentage of people aren’t comfortable accepting or rejecting them. Rejecting them is downright rude and acceptance may make them seem conceited. So they find ways to deflect the compliment instead, just like this girl did.

Another reason for deflecting compliments is not believing in them yourself.

Anne Hathaway. Deepika Padukone. Robert Pattinson. Emma Watson. David Beckhem.

Don’t think about all these celebrities when someone says you’re looking great. Grace compliments with a smile and a thank you. Don’t give one in return. Don’t make it a formality. Give one back when you truly mean it, because that’s when it’ll make an impact, or give one if you were going to pay them one anyway.

I don’t blame the people who think they aren’t worthy enough. The people like those mentioned above make it hard for people to accept they’re beautiful on the outside. But the irony when it comes to beauty is that it’s ugly.

We all aren’t lucky enough to wake up looking like a goddess. We don’t have our face in proportion with the golden ratio. Getting the perfect body is just a dream.

But forget about math. Forget about the golden ratio that decides how beautiful you look like. Stop not believing in yourself. You really are beautiful. Because beauty isn’t only about physical appearance. It’s about confidence and charm. It’s about witty replies and in the way you walk, along with the style you talk. Your kindness makes you pretty. Your loyalty and honesty makes you stand out. Your want to do good for others makes you striking. There is beauty in happiness and strength. There’s this thing about determination and intelligence that attracts people.

And that’s where beauty becomes a bit ugly and unfair. It resides inside some people, and serves as a coat for others. Only a few people get their share of both. And those who don’t have the coat are instantly put down by a large part of society because people don’t know how to look at the world.

You remember how Disney movies make the princess look so pretty and the witch look like the most disgusting person ever? That’s because they’re making the people good at heart beautiful. And that’s how we must start looking at people.

Make life a Disney movie. Start looking at people for what they are on the inside. And turn yourself into the prince or the princess if you aren’t one already!

Thanks for reading!

YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL.

Kanksha :D

What does she do then?

A freckle of disappointment,

Suddenly steals the beauty from her face.

The feeling of worthlessness,

Has left its trace of disgrace.

A teardrop mixed with regret and determination,

Eyes shut due to the pandemonium in  her head,

She cannot escape.

The determination probably evaporates with incoming dread.

Dread from the possibility of failing all over again,

The fear of missing out.

Inability to live up to her own expectations,

Or indecisiveness due to the cloud of doubt.

Why didn’t I do what I had to?

She questions herself relentlessly.

Why have I lost focus?

Why can’t I do what is necessary?

[I make awful illustrations :")]

What do you choose?

When you have nothing to lose?

How do you make a decision?

How do you hit multiple bulls eyes of your dreams with precision?

The answers probably lie in her dream themselves,

In how-hard and for-which-ones is she ready to work to make them real?

Is she ready to paint a mountain pink?

Give enough time and effort required to create a flower that stinks?

She needs to stop convincing herself,

Of things that aren’t true.

She needs to make a decision,

That she subconsciously knew.

Her mind must open up,

Needs to become positive and self confident.

Explore all the options

And not feel ashamed of her heads conflict.

Yes, maybe what she wants isn’t what she needs.

But what if she desires to want what she needs?

What does she do then?

Kanksha :)

Thanks for reading!

Life and its Infinite Line Segment

Infinite Road at MahalaxmiRaceCourse

Nothing gets better than sitting in the summer breeze. I watch the grass dancing in the wind. A man goes by on his tractor. People jogging are too busy engrossed in themselves and barely spare me a glance.

I make myself get up from the bench. Ahead of me lies an infinite road. Infinite because it has no beginning and no end. It is circular.

Numbers are infinite, the universe is infinite and so is the number eight (just kidding!) But the line is the most intriguing infinite thing of all. You can extend it in both ways.Time is like a line. Think about it. Do you believe time had a beginning or will have an end? Whatever happens to the Earth, time isn't going to stop. EVER. And I think that's pretty intense.

Life on the other hand is like a line segment. Everyone hopes it is a long one for them! You start your journey by a collision and end it with a system error that leads to a complete breakdown. A fixed beginning, and an unknown yet definite end. 

Although sometimes, line segments extend too, you know? Like an imaginary dotted line segment that keeps reeling away. People may have finished their life, but that doesn't mean it's the end for them. They're remembered for millenniums. And in that, another infinity is created. 

In that infinity too, we have countless memories. There are memories of today, yesterday, last month and a year ago. Once made, memories last forever in our mind. They never end. And on most occasions, you keep making even more until your head is engulfed by them. They're like rays - beautiful, unique and everlasting although they have a definite beginning. Some of them are ugly, but when you come to think about it, harmful, harmless and helpful rays all exist, don't they?

Time is like a line. Maybe that's why we have "timelines."
Memories and rays share similarities. They go on till forever and ever.
And life is like a line segment having a possibility of ending at its own tiny infinity.

The blog just completed two years of its line segment. I'm hoping the line segment is a tiny infinity in itself too. xD 

THANKS SO MUCH FOR READING AND WATCHING THE BLOG GROW! LOVE YOU GUYS <3

Kanksha :)

[Idea credits (kind of) to my awesome sister because we happened to be talking about infinity and this all came up, Ending credits to Aditi because she helped me figure out what was missing. Picture credits to my friend Aditya who posted it on instagram.]

Love

Valentines Day is close and love is in the air. I think people over exxagerate the feeling of love. That four letter word is hyped up so much that it's the hype that creates the heartbreak and not the feeling itself.

What is love? Some of you might say I don't know what it is because I haven't fallen in love with anyone yet. But it isn't unchartered territory at all. Everyone has been loved and loved in return. You've always received love since you were a kid. From your mom, from your dad. Your whole family basically. As you grew up, you received it from your best friend if you had one. Each time you gave it back too. So what's different now?

Love, I feel, is like your favourite song. You might have liked it the very moment you heard it, or maybe you grew to like it after some time. But soon you knew it was just perfect. It resonates with the same frequency your mind does, relating to you at various levels. You keep listening to it on repeat. This goes on for days, weeks even. Then maybe you get tired of it. A bit sick of it too. You go listen to other songs. But finally, after a while, you come back to this one. Because it's your favourite. And nothing can beat it.

Its when you like being with a person. When you can't imagine a life without that person. It's when you miss their presence, when you feel like doing stuff just to see them smile. Its when you have so many inside jokes and stories that they can't possibly be kept inside anymore. It's that moment when you want to scream it out to the whole world. When secrets are revealed and created simulataneously. Love is an essence. When every object you see becomes relatable to that one single person, when you see him or her in everything, you know that's it. You can hear them talk through messages, you can feel their smile in a hello.

Love is more than a feeling or emotion. But like other emotions, it's normal too. Love is a way of life. For some people it may be stronger. It is pretty simple actually. Think of yourself emitting radiations. Think of others doing the same. Some of them collide with each other - they're the important ones. Others just pass through without colliding. Those don't matter at all.

People say love makes you crazy. People also say that human beings are selfish. I think those two are closely related. When you love someone, you aren't selfish anymore. You'd do anything for them. Being selfless clashes with nature. And going against nature is what makes you crazy.

Crazy like this adorable snowman

I'm laughing at myself now. On one side I called love natural, on the other side I called it against nature. I called it simple a few paragraphs ago and now I'm about to call it as complicated as counting stars in the galaxy is going to get.

Because love, at the end of the day, is present in every conflicting emotion. Naturally, it will be conflicting itself as well! It is there when you're angry, it exists when you are sad. It's present when you're on cloud nine and it's even there when you aren't on a cloud at all.

Wherever there is life, there is love. And wherever you find love, you'll definitely find life.

Thanks for reading!
Kanksha:)

Living Moments

It's been really long since I posted. Obama came to India, I learned how to curl and straighten hair and I finished around 20,000 words of a book I'm attempting to write only to realise that I'll have to start all over again. But there's a reason behind why I decided to post something.

I had an epiphany today. And that was about how I've never had an epiphany before this, which was a life changing thought, because that explains exactly why I've never got a feeling that my life has undergone a drastic transformation. Or maybe I'm just trying to shift the blame for my not-so-exciting-at-the-moment life, from mental inertia to my inability to have an epiphany. But again, you can't bring yourself to have one whenever you want.

What exactly do you mean by an epiphany though, you ask?  A magical revelation that puts the puzzle pieces together, epiphanies are miraculous thoughts. An epiphany, I think, is a moment. It's a moment which makes the world stand still as it fleets away in its own glory. It's when you make a revelation which affects you at am intellectual and/or emotional level.

Our life is made up of so many moments. Think back to all the cherished memories you have. What are they? Technically, they're nothing but electric currents making their way through the nerves in your head. They're electric currents that conjure up images, one after another, enabling you to visualize moments taken place in the near and far present. The same electric currents also allow you to create visions of future moments that may never happen. I love how we live moments that have taken place and may never take place as well.

What's actually sad about moments is that probably we don't always live it when it is taking place. Human beings think all the time. The thinking process never stops. Like right now, while typing this, I'm simultaneously thinking about the next paragraph and whether this post is going to get those gears inside people's heads moving. When I do well in an exam, I'm thinking about how I could do better, or wondering what had made me slack the previous time. I've got four months of studying on my list, but instead of focusing on them, I'm too busy dreaming about the supposedly exciting aftermath. It's like dreaming about dessert while you've got the main course in front of you. Fruitless, as you don't get dessert till you finish your maincourse anyway.

That is where most of us go wrong. We don't live in the moment. We're stuck either in the past or the future, thinking up possibilities. Possibilities that won't happen unless you focus on the present in the first place.

Get over the transience of moments and start being a part of them completely!

Thanks for reading!
Kanksha :)
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