Beliefs Versus Reality: #MondayMusing
I’m a a firm believer of the fact that what you put out to the universe becomes your reality. In simple words, your beliefs and thoughts have the power of manifesting as your reality.
I’m a a firm believer of the fact that what you put out to the universe becomes your reality. In simple words, your beliefs and thoughts have the power of manifesting as your reality.
For Ron, it’s a challenge to make ends meet, so a personal phone is totally out of question. His girl friend, Anna lives in Johor Bharu, while he lives in Singapore. At 7, every day evening, Ron goes to the nearest MRT station to call her. A time they both look forward to and cherish, every single day. Today when he calls Anna, a male voice answers the phone, “Hello!”
Writing fuels my passion for life. So does travelling, that fills me with much ardour and love for this beautiful life. It makes my journeys of life exciting and replete with adventure. It is with this purpose I chose to start this series of blog posts every Wednesday, called Wanderlust Wednesday. Today’s post is a contemplative one and a revelation of my thoughts around travel.
I have procrastinated writing about the Big C for way too long. The big C that eats into the human body, soul and mind, slowly rendering the person physically and emotionally handicapped. My intention was not to brush it under the carpet. I was just kind of clueless on what to say and what would make sense, with regards to an illness that has been written about innumerable number of times. It’s an disease which is spreading like an epidemic world-wide,…
10:22 A.M.: Aamir sits at the wheel; brash and oozing confidence. Though in his late twenties, he sports a salt and pepper stubble. His crooked nose stands out amidst his Greek-God like jaw line.
It’s a cloudy Sunday morning. But the sun, though hiding behind the rain pregnant clouds, steals in a shower of golden glow upon me- or is it a creative glow? I’m blissfully unaware of the fact that this will be an eventful day; packed in a mean, scintillating punch.
Last Saturday we went out on a cosy family date to the cinemas. Spider-Man: Homecoming released just a day before and we had already read and heard rave reviews. It had been a while since we had done a movie together as a family. The 9-year-old, doesn’t enjoy movies too much, especially in the theatres. The 19-year-old is mostly out with her friends. So after much cajoling the 9-year-old accompanied us for the movie. So did the 19-year-old. Honestly, even I wasn’t that excited to go watch a school…