Project Today Day # 01 – Thank yous and Sorrys

“Here you go. Let me know if there’s anything else you want me to help you with.”

“Thank you so much! You are a blessing in disguise.”

“Nayy, friends don’t thank each other!”

“Of course they do! They must!”

A short dialogue with a friend today made me remember the words of someone very close to me. “These words Adyka, these Thank yous and Sorrys matter. These small words make a lot of difference.”

In the quest of everyday life we forget the importance of these words. People, intentionally and unintentionally, do so many thing for us which go unnoticed. We hurt others without even realizing and walk out like nothing ever happened. Like nothing matters. These simple words hold so much meaning, more than our actions and gestures together can show.

Today, let’s make a promise to ourselves and say as many Thank you and Sorrys we can. Or we should. Let people know that we appreciate what they do for us. We appreciate every second they spend while thinking about us, while doing something for us because these seconds once passed will never ever come back again. Let’s apologize for even the smallest of the mistakes to avoid hatred. Let’s make a difference in someone’s life just by saying these small words. Let’s leave marks worth smiling and worth remembering.

Let’s say Thank You and Sorry to everyone, whether they matter or they don’t. Every souls is beautiful and everyone deserves the happiness these words bring.

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PROJECT TODAY!

During the passage of this life, I have come to realize the importance of imperfections and details present around us. How conveniently we ignore the beauty of imperfections for the quest of achieving the perfect. How easily we miss out the fine details just to focus on the bigger picture. Life is beautiful with all its imperfections and asymmetries.

Today I’m going to start a 30 days project and write about every fine detail, every small thing which plays an important role in the making of the bigger picture, every beautiful imperfection coming in my way. I’m going to make everyday worth a lesson and share it here for others to realize the beauty of this life.

It is another change, another step towards revelling in the beauty of imperfections.

Let’s see where it ends, or where it turns to another new beginning.

Sigh…

“Paimana bideh ki khumaar astam

Man aashiq-e chashm-e mast-e-yarastam

Bideh, bideh, ki khumaar astam;

Dilgeer garzama labela taana

Khabar me waakhla, raasha jaanana

Khabar me waakhla, raasha jaanana

Tarso ba garzay te bela mana?

– For the entire concept of love resides beyond languages, religions, cultures and creeds. It’s beauty lies in it’s imperfections rather than it’s stark perfections. It’s true essence isn’t present in the union it brings, its rather visible in the connections it forms. More than a humanly connection its a bond beyond the comprehensions of naive minds and blind eyes. It’s the purity of a soul and the maturity of a heart.

Just Another Day.

I woke up to his text today, well just like everyday. Can’t expect a better starting, can I? He told me that he’ll be spending the day at the beach and that he’d miss me there. Heart skips a beat, a sigh breaks. Simple words would have such power, I never knew.
Before I was completely awake, he left for the place he loves the most, leaving me behind lost in the wolrd of thoughts, his thoughts.
It was another of those stuck-at-home Sundays, with siblings busy sleeping and parents busy with grocery and other household errands. Thanks to the Pakistan Vs India match, of course.
I, how hopelessly, tried to concentrate on the highs and lows of the match and the rephrasing assignments of mine. But since when have distractions been so kind? All of it was done just to come back to thinking about Him. And Him only.

I kept my phone on charging, my laptop aside, switched off the television and went for a walk at my terrace. Even during the day, the place was full of the memories of the night long conversations I’d had with him. A beautiful land of stories, of our stories. A place I’d always come back to. Always. I aimlessly started walking, walking in circles maybe, thinking of him. Of us, together. I had all those moments in front of me like a beautiful movie playing in BluRay, vivid and brilliant. I thought of a vast crystal blue sea, glistering white sand and a clear blue sky. So exquisite, so majestic. I thought of Him. His bronze intense eyes, the smile always playing at the edge of his lips, the messy hair and the never trimmed beard. I thought of his eyes searching, scanning the beautiful beach with such intensity that it made me skip a beat. I imagined him observing the fine details which usually get ignored by ordinary eyes and smile at the thought of him saying “Attention to detail, you know.” I imaged him smiling at the hints of existence on the naked rocks, the foot marks on the glistering sand, leftovers from the people who must have had walked on this sand creating stories. I imagined him thinking about all those stories. And I imagined him smiling at the thought of all that was hidden and revealed, everything in the air, never failing to fascinate him.

I thought of us, in that very moment, together. I imagined us walking together, hand in hand, along the sea line, talking and laughing endlessly. I imagined his carefree laughter and the way he’d have looked at me, smiled and said every word that was left unsaid. I imagined the two of us making stories together, creating memories. I imagined myself running around playfully and him clicking a million candid pictures. I imagined us happy together and in that moment, I swear I found myself falling for him all over again.

I opened my eyes to a bright sun and texted him saying that I miss him. I walked for a while after that, reminiscing, losing the track of time and the count of the moments that passed.