The lockdown has brought innumerable feelings and moods out of us.
From being ecstatic to be chilling at home and having a good time to getting bored of the new normal. From escaping the ever traumatising transit to work to working from home.
From being able to spend so much time with family and kids to binge watching favourites. From trying new recipes to worrying about the newly added weight thereafter, we have been on this roller coaster of emotions together yet separately.
These isolated months however, have strengthened my bonds with dear ones and the connection with myself.
As a child, I always turned to music to fix my bad mood. As I switched the radio on, I was amazed at how the song that was playing always matched my mood. Music has been my healer ever since...
As I grew older, I found solitary happiness in writing. Started with random poetry writing in class 6 or 7 (the earliest I reckon) and that continued for very long. After college I started this blog spilled my heart in writeups. There was no looking back when shabdokepankh for poetry happened a little later.
Chetan got me to open an insta account a few months ago, to post quotes that I created and with his help I'm also exploring vlogging on youtube now.
I may not be having many followers of subscribers yet, but the joy I feel while writing and while reading reviews and comments from friends and family is next level contentment.
Coinciding with the times I started blogging, I found that cleaning relaxed my fuming nerves. I have a few of mom's ocd genes and take to cleaning every now and then. Somehow things in order meant life in order.
My anger would vanish when I'd be rearranging the wardrobe or when I'm shining the glass in the room. Cleanliness outside felt like a clearer, happier mind.
I am a big foodie but I only lived to eat. Sany spoiled me at home and after marriage I cooked because I had to.
Incidentally, lockdown made me learn new things. YouTube was the saviour to quieten my sweet cravings. I learnt to make a few sweets and now I am trying atleast 2 new things every week. Cooking is my newfound therapy. It gives me so much confidence and satisfaction.
When I ask cherith "acha hai khana?" his eyes light up while saying "acha nahi mumma, bahut acha, super, mast" it makes all the effort worthwhile.
Hubby's appreciating eyes, his gratified smile and few words of admiration are pure bliss.
So over the years, I have been finding these in-house therapies that heal and soothe me, bring peace and happiness, boost my confidence and divert my attention to the good things life has blessed me with.
These are difficult times, but look inside, look close, you might just find a therapy for yourself. Hold on to it, nurture it and it might just work wonders for you too..
Stay connected, stay positive, stay blessed and stay safe.
CHEERS!!
GOD BLESS!!
CHS
From being able to spend so much time with family and kids to binge watching favourites. From trying new recipes to worrying about the newly added weight thereafter, we have been on this roller coaster of emotions together yet separately.
These isolated months however, have strengthened my bonds with dear ones and the connection with myself.
As a child, I always turned to music to fix my bad mood. As I switched the radio on, I was amazed at how the song that was playing always matched my mood. Music has been my healer ever since...
As I grew older, I found solitary happiness in writing. Started with random poetry writing in class 6 or 7 (the earliest I reckon) and that continued for very long. After college I started this blog spilled my heart in writeups. There was no looking back when shabdokepankh for poetry happened a little later.
Chetan got me to open an insta account a few months ago, to post quotes that I created and with his help I'm also exploring vlogging on youtube now.
I may not be having many followers of subscribers yet, but the joy I feel while writing and while reading reviews and comments from friends and family is next level contentment.
Coinciding with the times I started blogging, I found that cleaning relaxed my fuming nerves. I have a few of mom's ocd genes and take to cleaning every now and then. Somehow things in order meant life in order.
My anger would vanish when I'd be rearranging the wardrobe or when I'm shining the glass in the room. Cleanliness outside felt like a clearer, happier mind.
I am a big foodie but I only lived to eat. Sany spoiled me at home and after marriage I cooked because I had to.
Incidentally, lockdown made me learn new things. YouTube was the saviour to quieten my sweet cravings. I learnt to make a few sweets and now I am trying atleast 2 new things every week. Cooking is my newfound therapy. It gives me so much confidence and satisfaction.
When I ask cherith "acha hai khana?" his eyes light up while saying "acha nahi mumma, bahut acha, super, mast" it makes all the effort worthwhile.
Hubby's appreciating eyes, his gratified smile and few words of admiration are pure bliss.
So over the years, I have been finding these in-house therapies that heal and soothe me, bring peace and happiness, boost my confidence and divert my attention to the good things life has blessed me with.
These are difficult times, but look inside, look close, you might just find a therapy for yourself. Hold on to it, nurture it and it might just work wonders for you too..
Stay connected, stay positive, stay blessed and stay safe.
CHEERS!!
GOD BLESS!!
CHS
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