post secret.


this was one of the secrets from this past sunday.
I have never seen a secret that resonated with me so much.

Only the siblings of children with disabilities know what it feels like.

To have people call the person you love the most names, to make fun of them...
When the frustration of lack of communication gets to them,
when they can't deal with the way the world is treating them.

But in reality, he's the best person in the world.
He's the very definition of true and unconditional love.


dad & varun.

I wonder how it's going to be 10 years from now...



What exactly do I want for myself, 10 years from today.

Nervous hands and anxious smiles
I can feel you breathing
This is right where we belong
-Our Time Now
Plain White Tee's

tomorrow brings a milestone and still,
i have no words.

she moves she moves like a breeze

for me, mistakes are a way of life.

I make them so often I am not sure that I would actually be ME without making some kind of mis-step each day.

"everyday like a queen on her throne..."

I read Jhumpa Lahiri's new collection of short stories,
found my self able to relate totally and fully to this one line,
this one line spoke to me:

But death, too, had the power to awe, she knew this now ---
that a human being could be alive for years and years,
thinking and breathing and eating,
full of a million worries and feelings and thoughts,
taking up space in the world,
and then,
in an instant,
become absent, invisible.

She was referring to death in relation to birth.
Birth has always been regarded as this happy, awe-inspiring miracle
whereas death has always been sad and finite.

I never regarded death to be awe-inspiring...it was always something that hurt.
But thinking deeply, death always seems to change life more than birth does.

With birth, life goes on, it continues, with death it stops. The world has stopped.

Sometimes it takes the power of a birth to overcome the sense of grief associated with death.