Shi.lakijawani
Unemployed, graduated.
Friday, August 16, 2024
A GIRL BORN WITH FOUR ARMS
Thursday, August 8, 2024
Remember When We First Met?
I was at the parking shed waiting for you;looking around trying to catch a glimpse of your eyes. A flutter of nerves flashed in my stomach as I yearned to know the inner voice racing in your mind just before the moment we catch our eyes. Then, just like that our eyes met. Smiled . Said hello.
It was December, and you were in search of a fine looking plum cake or something, but I can't recall what you wore that day. We laughed about all those meet up plans that never happened.I remember that i never told you watermelon was my favorite fruit, yet you surprised me with a watermelon juice. I know it was just a random choice,but it felt special.
That was the first time you walked with me to the bus stop.I think i should have counted all those walks, how sweet it would have been to suddenly pull up the total with a
‘Ta-Da!’
Oh, how could I be so dumb.
I wish to experience that moment once more just feel the rush of the emotions that came with it. But even now the feeling of warmth can be traced. Brings the Idea of how people meet, cross each other’s paths (unexpectedly) and end up on this adventure that they never could have imagined.
Tuesday, August 6, 2024
വെറുതെ ഇരിക്കുന്ന brain
6.august.24/exercise for mind
Slowly he starts to hum the lines
ഒരു ചെമ്പനീര് പൂവിറുത്തു ഞാനോമലേ
ഒരുവേള നിന് നേര്ക്കു നീട്ടിയില്ല..
എങ്കിലും എങ്ങനെ നീയറിഞ്ഞൂ.. എന്റെ
ചെമ്പനീര് പൂക്കുന്നതായ് നിനക്കായ്..
(Pause)
സുഗന്ധം പരത്തുന്നതായ് നിനക്കായ്
പറയൂ നീ പറയൂ (2)
Sounds like poetry, right?
Hmm ( he murmured)
ചെമ്പനീർ ( RED ROSE)
The poet symbolizes the red rose to convey the secret passion or loving gesture that the lover has never told the lady ( or the person) he loves.
എങ്കിലും എങ്ങനെ നീയറിഞ്ഞൂ..
despite the emotions are not communicated and expressed verbally, in some way, shape, or form, the person they care about understands that the speaker is in love with them.
- the flower represents love, the fragrance of which is spreading.
പറയൂ നീ പറയൂ
speaker wants to know if the feelings were reciprocated or an explanation of how the person has been understanding of such feelings.
The Silent Symphony of Love.
And in the low-tuning voices slightly.
An orchestra of love answers.
In tender and humble. A wave, a pat
a nod, a shout hush,
As strong as they are peaceful,
these words whispered into the intimate
quiet of a lovers’ bed.
That’s a presence felt, a comforting arm around the shoulder.
Seeking calm, there is a sanctuary. No need for a full-out glamorous show.
Real feelings and true emotions do not speak; they progress in patience and silence.
A cup of tea, a tender note, Essentially, it creates the opportunities for change that are necessary to bring results.
With the tongue, it remains, but in the heart,t, it sings. As hours flee, and leagues divide, firm and reliable,
This symphony goes on for you.
In silence, the feelings blend,
An anthem that would play as you go your way and I go my way, don’t you think so? So listen very carefully and you will be able to:
The silent symphony was loved so much.
Klocek talks about emotion in every beat in every breath,
What is love that can pass through
all the circles of death and not be swallowed up?
Saturday, August 3, 2024
FALLING ON A BLOGGING JOURNEY: A New Phase With SHI.LAKIJAWANI
Well, quite randomly today I decided to start up a blog. This is a very exciting adventure for me, and quite honestly, I really have no idea what in the world I am doing. But hey Baby steps count right?
I sit here, thinking about what to do next, with the very big question being what I should write about. The choices are endless. Should I dive into the world of movies, sharing reviews and thoughts on my latest watch? Or perhaps delve into books and literature and tell random stories or thoughts?
Not quite on topic, but a travel blog just doesn't seem fitting. Never been much of a traveler; scratch that off the list of possible topics.
I think i should introduce myself, or rather, my pen name, before things get too out of hand here: "shi.lakijawani." It does sound right for this new chapter in my life, and I do hope that it does to you, too.
I take the first steps in this blogging journey with all eagerness. Though I may not know what lies ahead, I am extremely excited about the journey. Keep following as I go through this adventure one blog post at a time.
The story behind the name shi lakijawani is a song from the Bollywood Film *Tees Maar Khan*. I think you can easily guess that I really like this song. But there is something in it which I like that is potent enough to give me sheer joy. Thus, I listened to it from time to time, as if I were taking a drug to gain a feeling of increased superiority and satisfaction.
Years back I made a private instagram account just to share several dump pictures, scribbles, and sketches. At some point, I decided to change my username to "shi.lakijawani. " Let me break it down for you: short of my real name and has a feminine nuance and expends – “SHI”. The word “JAWANI” in Hindi language is used in the context of these by meaning adolescence; being young; at the prime of one’s life. Therefore, the phrase “shi.lakijawani” simply means the youthful period in my life. Eventually people began to refer me to this name; Shilakijawani, Shila, Shi, Jawani. It was so fun and kind of overwhelming because I never thought that one day I will be referred to by this term.
Well now I'm using this same name randomly as my pen name on my blog. Also I've no idea about what I will write about in my next blogs or will I continue this? No idea , that’s up in the air, but I’m really curious to see where this takes. Let's see
SHI
A GIRL BORN WITH FOUR ARMS
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