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11012088104 4a9e58048aYou never compromised yourself, and I always look back to you in awe. How did you do it? How did you survive the storms, make it through the tides, and tread, and tread, and tread? How did you not lose yourself, shed your pieces and feed them to those tests, hungry to eat you apart. And when today,  I find myself turning inside-out, you console me, you remind me. I’ve done it once, I can do it again, and again, and again. God willing.

You get scared.  You still do, but not as much. I won’t ever refute your fears – sure, this world is unpredictable, but isn’t that the glory of it all. Sure, there are consequences, uncertainties, fears, question marks, blank spaces, the possibility of your world turning upside down. Sure, sure, sure. But through everything, there’s this wild type of beauty, heaps of unapologetic optimism, wondrous types of dreams, unwavering sources of light. And above all, God and his limitless mercy. Get scared less often, young one.

I’ve never understood why you don’t believe in magic enough. Your existence, your breathing, your living, your kin, your mind. Light upon light. But still, you don’t believe enough. You can’t imagine yourself out of the perimeters of your comfort zone. Believe me, you will get the privilege to witness the grandeur of life and its unlimited possibilities. Do not be afraid to dream big. Get excited to see new places, do great things and to love more densely.

Roses and the in Betweens

For quite a while I’ve been toying with the idea of starting a blog – a place wherein I can string my thoughts together to share and reflect upon with the rest of the internet. However, the dilemma in creating such a blog lied in the pursuit of  (quote un-quote) the perfect blog name.
And I hear you groan, thinking in your head,

What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet
– Romeo and Juliet (II, ii, 1-2)

Touché, touché. But nevertheless, I did end up coming across a name that deeply resonated with me and I’m sure – with many others as well. The name In Between Roses is inspired from a chapter in the book, Behind the Beautiful Forevers, a non-fiction narrative by Katherine Boo.

Everything around us is roses…
And we’re the shit in between
– Mirchi to Abdul

Boo intricately depicts the slum of Annawadi which resides within the bumbling and bustling city of Mumbai, India. Encircling Annawadi are pink condominiums and luxurious hotels. Henceforth, Annawadi and its dwellers remain as “the shit in between” – a mere eyesore. I found this statement particularly intriguing.  How often do we do we find ourselves idolizing the materialistic, seemingly luxurious world that plagues us, characterizing it as roses.  How often do we deduce our own circumstances to the “shit in between”.

But… and there is a but: Albeit, it may have not have been the intention of Mirchi – could we not view this statement as an optimistic one? Perhaps, we could vie for the roses and work towards liberating ourselves from the “shit in between” as we ascribe roses to contentment, friendship and love. Just a thought.

Also worth mentioning is John Green‘s (largely important & greatly terrifying) take on this statement. “Roses are unable to grow without manure,” he says, likewise, “the rich need the poor for all our inexpensive consumer goods”, therefore, “the rich need the poor and they need the poor to stay poor”.