The art of self healing 


From a very young age of maybe 13 or 14 I have suffered from a skin disorder called vitiligo.( loss of pigmentation or basically white patches in simple terms). It started as a small white spot on my back around a mole , as a kid I thought it was pretty  cool ,a black spot with a white background. As time passed by it started spreading and new spots appeared in different parts of my body every now and then. Like every parent my parents were really worried and being a girl they thought it must be rectified as soon as possible . After finishing my tenth grade I moved to Delhi to study further. Got admission in a Christian school with hostel facilities. That was my dream to go to a hostel but only thing was that I wanted to go to a hill station and not a city. But there I was in Delhi the capital of all the happenings. So the white patches kept going strong and one day my parents took me to a dermatologist in Delhi . He checked me thoroughly and by thoroughly I mean every inch. I felt embarrassed  I felt uncomfortable but I thought maybe it would help. The allopathy medicines started which made me pukish at the smell of everything but the fear of being teased by others made me have it. I couldn’t take it anymore so I stopped. Then the journey to the homeopathy world started patches would improve but reappear. I lost hope. By then both my eyelids were white. And people would give strange looks and show fake concerns. So many a times I have had people come to me and tell me strange remedies for it( and these people where total strangers). But of course I didn’t listen to them. I covered the patches on my face each day with a concealer in hope of being perfect . And then one day I decided no more hiding no more doing anything. Nothing was working anyways so let’s just not do anything and let’s just let it be !!! 
I believed I was healed that day. When I looked into the mirror I didn’t see the patches on my face I saw me! What appears externally maybe important but what lies beneath is the treasure.
And the self healing began , the patches on my face are no more there, I don’t take any medicines nor do I take special care of my skin for the disorder.I’m just being me, accepting what I have And believing life is more than  just unwanted patches. 
So to all the people who feel they are not perfect in appearance , I would like to remind you that the person in the mirror you see each day loves you and the least you can do is love it back!!

Weekly Writing Challenge: Lunch Posts


The best memories of my childhood include that of the lunch break at school. More than what mom would pack for me in my lunchbox i was interested in my friends steaming hot food from home , as she lived in the school premises….lucky her..

Everyday as the bell would ring for lunch break we would run to our favorite place….the bench outside her house under the tree….and then the waite for that awesome food would begin..Think of it now , we were so naive and  nothing in this  world mattered to us. Just a simple lunch with a friend could brighten up the day……be it cloudy or be it in the summer months of May…

mixed feelings


Don the mask of an unidentified man

Pinch yourself and taste the reality

Lost in the crowd each day

To be found by my soul.

Walk till you can reach

And reach & find out just another mile to go

Laugh out loud hoping to feel it too

Cry and unwillingly feel the  pain

Sleepless nights with clouds of doubts

Hope, a mediator of life

Path to rise up and shine……….

My first blog

Sitting around in the da corner seat of a movie theatre watching something that looked so familiar that it almost got me thinking has this been told before or wait a minute ……….it’s the story of my life .hahahahah funny it sounds but sometimes you think that strange things  only happen to you ,but that’s not true. Dancing to the beat of your favorite song and washing away all your misfortunes sounds like a good idea but it’s winters in mumbai and no signs of rain. Heer Ranjha , Soni Mahiwal, Mirza Sahiba……..great lovers but have u ever wondered what their surnames are……I guess not…..coz it doesn’t matter they are remembered as two ppl so deeply in love that death also couldn’t separate them….amazing it sounds in today’s world of fast food, parties and not so long lasting luv stories. What amazes me is that still in this age of great evolution there r great lovers born…unnoticed and made to shut their mouth and sit . The age old drama of culture , caste and religion still exists in the whining  faces of ppl in all the corners of our country. Suitable alliance should be from the same country, then same state ,same religion n preferably from the neighbouring village,,,,,,,what the hell are v still thinking bout. One part of our country is dancing to Bollywood numbers and the other is stuck to the past full of restrictions. Only if parents believe in their children and believe that no one in this whole wild world would like something bad to happen to them. ….I think things could change …..and I believe the change is just around the block ………and I’m waiting……….