I have a daffodil plant in my garden. Maa always says that hope isn't great, it is a colourful version of fog. But I never gave her my trust. I used to sit beside the sapling and my eyes met the blushing sky in a clandestine tryst. We chattered about you. How I'd hold your velvety hands amidst a daffodil field and would paint you with a palette of love because ' love ' was my favourite colour. How we'd lay under the sky and it'd change to a deep shade of turquoise, my mother's favourite gem.
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Dear life,
On some days I feel like a loser, unworthy of myself. Living under the cover of shattered hopes. But I have seen you uplift me each time I fell back.
When I look at others around me, I feel I haven't done enough for you but then you show me the mirror reality and I soothe down. You're the only support when I feel I've failed and am not good enough. I want to add value to you and make you my dream come true. You've promised me a lot. You've showed me that there are infinite ways of #sanaletters#sometimeslifeishard
Sahana~
The colour of the first sweater that my aunt knit for me,
And it felt like a warm hug, smelled like home.
And I never understood how anybody could call blue a sad colour,
Until of course, the day you wore a blue t-shirt like a guard to not let me see the pain of you saying goodbye even when we did not need to.
The colour of the swimming pool that I always used to be scared of,
Till that lady who always scented as chlorine taught me how to swim, #yqbaba#sanamusings#sanalovepoem