Take me away

Sometimes I feel like I'm God's very own entertainment package whose life he just sits back, with his jumbo-sized tub of caramel popcorn, and watches.
Shraddha Bhatia - Made in Circus.
For starters, he has made me clumsier than a rat scurrying backwards. On an average I have about 5 new scratches on me every day. You would say, that's probably in an ordinary room with an ordinary amount of furniture; but NO - even if its a flat piece of land with nothing but grass, I'd find myself a burrow to stick my foot into so that I can settle for a bruised nose instead.
And not even Einstein would've been as distrait as I am. Add that to one sleepless night and you'd have yourself a free clown.

On a more serious note though, I downrightly believe that he has in fact built a customized theme park for me which I'm sprung into from time to time purely because my funny ways propitiate his satire. All this, remember, with a JUMBO tub of caramel popcorn.
I, on the other hand, hurraying every single time my ride glides over a little knoll, luxuriate in the glory before I find myself atop a wild, gnarling beast. I grapple for steadiness (Picture Tom) - with my hair on ends, mouth open and tail widely out of the picture.
I glare at my creator upwards and there he is, my Jerry, giggling away with that mouthful of ,did I mention - caramel popcorn.
I pretend to be unforgiving and nasty, before he actually gives in and I find myself in an iridescent wonderland, with marshmallow flowers and chocolate fountains.

Ahhh!

I forgive. I forgive. I forgive thee.
Why don't I see your hidden glee.
I give you a hug, cuddling like a bug,
In your arms, I surrender me!

When I wake up, my credulity has once again been assumed, and this time it feels like I'm aback a fat centipede who is making its way inside someone's ear. The ride gets worse with each minute. I am tossed and exploited and juggernauted.
Oh! He has belied me again, I grouse and grumble and plan an escape, decidedly unwilling to grant amnesty.
Unexpectedly, I reach a pristine meadow, which pulls me in magnetically. I bask in it, looking up to return His mischievous smile with an angry pout and fall asleep.
Somewhere, in the middle of my blissful nap, I wake up to catch His eyes on me, the depth of which speak volumes of his love for me.
And that's when I notice; his popcorn bucket has nothing more caramelly than my hundred angels which protect me.




In your love,
my Jerry,
I shall wallow,
till eternity.





## His love, has its own ways.

### Don't take your foot off the pedal when life is just about to turn around.

SILENT

Here I am again, lying in my bed, waiting for the tears to get out of my system so that my eyes can finally seal and take me into an unconscious zone where I feel no pain.
I wait for them and wonder. Even though I have surrendered my life to fate so willingly, I miss my old self that worried about the future all the time. I wonder where my life is headed and why the alley in which I've landed so dark and endless. My heart has been split into two. One half contains all my fears and sorrows and worries. The latter is keeping me going, the one that has faith, the one that makes conversation with every cell of my body, and nudges it to keep going, the one that is giving me an inexplicable hope about the future, the one that keeps me calm, composed and the one that exudes love. It is my soul that is ruling my existence. My soul has taken charge and is rising within me, holding me upright, taking all my doubts and fears, grinding and pushing them out of my body so that when I wake up, I will never remember this pain again. It is re injecting me with so much positivity every day that I have no choice but to feel it. It is healing me. I feel pure, cleansed and and renewed. How I have survived this, only He knows. He is the witness, He is the master. I wish I knew what He has planned, at least a clue, at least a hint. But He has conveniently resided within my heart and is smiling all the time, like I'm the tortoise who will win the race eventually. He has reined me back, slowed down my dreams and made me surrender. He seems to have answered my prayers in the strangest way. I wanted to live a true life and it seems like He is opening my eyes to just that. He is keeping me real, He is making me pure. I have no CLUE. I have NO clue. But its healing me.


# God loves you desperately, live as though you believe it.

## What you're becoming is more important than what you're accomplishing.