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That Stranger In Starbucks Who Was So Content That She Was An Anomaly

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January 16, 2018
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On Christmas Day last year, I was with my friends in Starbucks. It was a great week. People from the hometown were staying with me, and I showed them around Delhi-NCR. On one evening, I took them out to show them my Starbucks; the Starbucks outlet which I visit regularly. No, I’m not an inadequate guide, I also took them to other places including monuments, roadside markets and so on. As we...

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There are two kinds of blog posts here as of mid-2018 – The Journal and The Words.

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Deepansh Khurana

Blogger and writer from Dehradun, India. I'd say I love coffee but don't we all? I find stories, people and experiences. I blog about them.

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...and sometimes you never find closure. You can ask for it, demand for it or even beg for it. You can throw the largest tantrum in the history of tantrums only wishing to come full circle but it won't be that way. Do you know what you will find though? You'll find friends and a table filled with beer. You'll find yourself meeting people you thought you'll never meet from places you may never see. You'll start to spend nights under the stars more often than you ever thought you would. You'll find a good place to go to every day. You'll find a life you never thought you could create, and you'll find yourself lifting yourself up to maintain it now that it's there. You'll find a lot of things if only you take a good look at them. If you do that, you'll have an epiphany. Sometimes you don't need closure; sometimes, you need a great breakfast to start a better day among a series of extraordinary ones, and that is enough. One day, finally, as you listen to a song on your morning commute, you'll realise—closure wasn't something you asked for; closure was something you gave yourself. Song mentioned: AJR's 100 Bad Days. #writersofinstagram #writing #life #closure #bloggersofinstagram #blogging #bachelorslife #breakfast #thoughts #epiphany #health #shotbypixel #teampixel #pixelperfect #amwriting #words #foodporn
Yesterday, I watched Into The Wild again. If you haven't watched that movie, you should. It's about the adventures of Chris McCandless. It's funny how I watched it back when I was in ninth or tenth grade, and after watching it again last night in what could be the most appropriate setting to enjoy such a movie with some great company, I realised how much of the movie I had missed out on as a kid. There are ideas in there that I eventually applied to my life but I never realised that I was feeding myself those ideas since way back then. I think it's only in hindsight that you acknowledge how every little thing that has ever happened, every minute detail of your life, every mundane event you let go as if it was nothing, created you. Even now as things happen and as days go by and as little things keep happening to you, there is a you being created waiting to acknowledge that it was these little things that created it. I think it is an amazing thought that every decision we make, no matter how little, creates us, and it is only in hindsight that we can really connect the dots. #movies #writing #writersofinstagram #sccrepublic #pune #life #intothewild #amwriting #bloggersofinstagram #blogging #thoughts #epiphany #shotbypixel #teampixel #pixelperfect
Hello, friend. I'm a work-in-progress. I'm a canvas with some strokes on it. I'm the dollop of paint that happened to fall on a corner. Hello, friend. I'm the odd note that makes the piece go wrong. I'm the sheet of music, marked all over like it was done by an amateur. Hello, friend. I'm the bad prose and the hollow plot. I'm the bland characters and that extra adjective. Hello, friend. I'm a lot of things, and I was a lot of things. Before a dollop of paint, I was a blank canvas. Before the odd notes, I was a blank sheet of paper. Before the bad prose, I was an idea. Hello, friend. One fine day, I'll be a terrific painting, I'll be a breathtaking symphony, and I'll be an epic manuscript. Until then, bear with me as I rid myself of my imperfections. Hello, friend. I appreciate you sticking around. Thank you. #writersofinstagram #writing #amwriting #life #growth #masterpiece #imperfection #workinprogress #bloggersofinstagram #blogging #random #shotbypixel #teampixel #snapseed #pixelperfect
Recently, before I sat to write, I decided to make some coffee in the usual routine. I noticed a crack had appeared on my coffee-stained mug, stretching through the base, and almost touching the side. I didn't remember dropping the mug. I've always been most careful with it. It is the mug I use while writing, and it has been so for years. It broke my heart for a second. I checked it for a second, rather carefully. To my surprise, the crack didn't break it. The crack didn't matter, as long as the mug did what it was meant to do. It may break eventually, I thought, perhaps, devastatingly so but today wasn't that day. So, I poured some coffee into it, and I began to write. #coffee #life #writing #writersofinstagram #blogging #bloggersofinstagram #metaphors #random #words #caffeine #mugs #stories #shotbypixel #teampixel #pixelperfect
I thought the trick with time was to never have too much of it on my hands. The idler my moments, I believed, the idler my thoughts. It was in jumping from one task to another, and from one place to another, where I found peace, momentarily so, until I lost it again. That was when I learnt that it was neither in the abundance of time nor in the absence of it. I learnt, it was in the transition. It was in the movement. It was in that little moment between still here and almost there. That moment right there was my moment of peace. That was where I wanted to stay, always. #life #random #lessons #movement #transition #growth #writersofinstagram #writing #bloggersofinstagram #blogging #shotbypixel #pixelperfect #teampixel #airport #dehradun
I often catch myself looking out of windows but not at anything in particular. You know, that moment when someone is just looking outside; staring. They're not looking at something, just outside. You know, that moment at the end of the day, with a cup of coffee or a glass of wine or a pint of beer in their hand, and they're just looking outside from the porch or the window or the terrace. That little moment when they tell themselves, "Life's good". I often catch myself having one of those. I hope you do too. #shotbypixel #teampixel #nightsight #writing #writersofinstagram #bloggersofinstagram #blogging #words #life #random #evenings #lookingoutthewindow
I've learned that it's my inherent nature to become dissatisfied with whatever goes on around and in my life eventually. So, I've learned how to embrace the phase where I am still in love with whatever goes on around in my life and create some record of how I felt so that I don't forget when my nature kicks in. It's been a week since I changed cities. It's been a greatly challenging but epic week. I love this new phase, and I believe it is utmost important to share happiness. I'm happy. I may not be so tomorrow. I guess it's with everyone. We often forget how we felt about something or how we felt on one particular day because of the phase, and in the end, we end up forgetting everything we really, truly cherished. It is my resolution, not a new years' resolution but a personal quest to not just focus on but remember the good. It is important to remember it. You know what? We have it backwards. You focus too much on the good, you lose yourself when the good starts to disappear. You have to remember the good. It helps when it gets bad. About the picture: This is another workspace in development in the same building where I work. I loved how the floor was all dirty and still managed to reflect everything to create a bigger picture. I mean, you can see metaphors in everything, or you can choose not to. It's always up to us, how we look at things, and what they make us feel. #bloggersofinstagram #writing #writersofinstagram #lifeupdate #random #shotbypixel #teampixel #amwriting #blogging #reflections #onedayatatime #happynewday
You'll build homes where people were never meant to live. You'll build homes in other people, on a particular table of a cosy café, on benches in parks no one visits anymore, and on streets you remember so well you could walk with your eyes closed. However, like all homes in the history of homes, you'll leave them behind, and you'll go further. Sometimes, the home will outlive you, and sometimes, you'll outlive the home. It doesn't matter which way it goes. If you come back and find the home isn't there, a part of it will always stay in you, and if the home stands the test of time, anyone else who calls it one would find a part of you in it. Even if you return and the home still exists, somehow, it won't feel the same. It won't matter which one of you changed because home isn't a place, a feeling, or a person; home is a moment in time. #home #life #writing #musings #writersofinstagram #bloggersofinstagram #indiblogger #dehradun #doon #words #kalsang #amacafe #shotbypixel #teampixel #pixelperfect
There was a little boy. The little boy was digging. The shovel in his hand seemed a little too big for him, and the weather was cold, and there was a little sore right where the little boy's little hand met the handle. The boy was digging. A man passed him by, a slightly older man. This man believed the boy's digging was hard work. He started clapping as he saw the boy dig further. A couple of students were returning from their classes. They saw the old man clapping so they rushed to see what it was all about. They peeked and saw that there was a boy digging below, and so they started cheering for him. The boy heard them and stopped for a second but then, he continued toiling. He dug further, and deeper. It wasn't long before there was a crowd but the boy was so deep down below that he could only hear a faint echo of applause. That, and his constant striking of the Earth. He kept going deeper. Until the boy got tired. He was exhausted. He dropped the shovel, and he sat on the soil below him. The ditch was dark, and it was only now he started to realise how the time had passed. The boy looked up. "Hey!" He shouted. No one could hear him, and he still couldn't remember why he was digging. He started climbing up. As he climbed, the crowd started to feel an err. The constant clinking of the shovel had stopped. The little boy kept climbing out, and for a while, his world-view became that of the vertical tunnel. He could only see the circular top, and through it, he saw the urge to get out. After a long climb, he came out. He huffed and puffed and looked around. Those who waited gave the boy some food, and water, and wrapped him in a blanket. A while later, they asked him why he was digging. "I do not remember. I think I started on a whim, but that was years ago. Now, I am tired, and I want to sleep," the boy said. The little boy went to his house, and climbed into his bed, and slept throughout the month. As he slept, the only thing he saw in his dreams was him in the ditch, digging. One day, when he felt rested enough, he woke up. Then, on a whim, he picked the shovel up. He walked out of the door, and without a word to anyone, he started digging.

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