Serendipity 18

 My Rebirth in Yoga After years of striving to achieve a state of serenity whilst practising pranayama, I have finally just managed to execute that which I was wrestling the world with: I am so excited to be on this new path that I have recently hit with breathing and meditation.  I could feel it today - the sensation of the cool ocean breeze stroking my then stress-drenched face. It felt like I was experiencing something of the divine - even now it seems like this had to have been some form of coaxing witchcraft! What can I say - the feeling was "transcendental on another level". Now, I just want to experience more and more of it. As a person who struggles with general anxiety disorder, it used to be next to impossible not to get engaged in the flow of thoughts traversing my brain. I would barely be able to sit with my eyes closed for more than a minute, however, merely the resolution that I shall be doing yoga from now on for my own wellbeing and not because I HAD to do...

 My love affair I distinctly remember the touch of the keys brushing against my fingers, the first time I ever traced the grooves of a grand piano. It was like love at "first touch". I then knew instantly that I had found my other half. Inspired by my evergreen love for the instrument, here's my first ever poem that I've written. Hope you enjoy ♡ Mille tendresse, M To me, the touch of the piano feels like the cool breeze on a summer day,  The yearned-for touch of a lover who stays but far away. Like a spring-bloomed rose bud just born Like the feel of a favourite sweater casually worn. Dear love - how you render me so soothed  Like the sensation of a waterfall suffused with colours of the jolly rainbow in its insignia like a shrub adorned with the most beautiful kinds of zinnia. The souvenirs of all the years passed with you haunt me Of this I vow I'd never like to be free. Let's hope our love affair continues for all eternity, You, me and the mus...

  The Wizard of Oz and My Inconceivable Journey to The Secret Garden of Hope **Trigger Warning: Suicidal Thoughts** One fine day in 2015, somewhere in the heart of England, oddly whilst in a place as academically demanding as at a university, I forgot to read. Yes, you read that right. I do not know what happened but I just couldn't comprehend what I was reading. It felt like a blow to the heart and most certainly one to the brain. "Was I going insane? Why was I not able to JUST read?" Figuratively banging my head in all senses, I rushed back to my dorm room and started hyperventilating: "What on earth was happening? I just can't read anymore!" I decided to give it another shot, maybe the private sanctuary of my bedroom would spare me the inquietude of studying in the library. Et voilà, as you may have guessed everything I tried to read just repeatedly rebounded. And so began my struggles with written comprehension (and eventually oral comprehension, but...