The Beach Life Memoirs #3

Melt the Rock Heart πŸ’“

“How many waves for how long it might’ve taken for the sea to finally melt the rock down in the middle to meet the sandy shore?
Who might’ve convinced the sea to try harder despite all the pain of hitting the rock over and over again, that someday the rock will open up?”

-Aishah Naaz.

~Random questions and musings that po up on my head during the morning saunters. The thing about morning is that it’s the most quiet time; a few people doing morning jogs or walks immersed in their own thoughts, a girl who does Yoga at the beach, after a few days I could recognise the frequenters. My roomie was a bit skeptical about my solitary escapades, but now, I guess she got used to it or may be she doesn’t care anymore; I’m not sure really. I’m more of a loner here which might be the main reason I came back to blogging as well; but I’m happy with my life. I used to feel bad about not having anyone close cuz it’s a college and colleges are almost always about friendships. So it was hard at first, but with time I learned to enjoy being me than having to pretend like someone else just to be around people. Not that I don’t have any friends at all either. There are some good people, not too close but can call as friends. May be I still sort of miss the the two best friends I made in the beginning from my own class who later got drifted apart from me. Even I can’t make it out if they’re still close to me or not. Sometimes they care, sometimes they ignore; they’re more confusing than I myself am; or may be it’s me thinking all this up. I don’t know. At one point I felt like I’m being a third wheel, cuz most of the things they used to talk about were the continuation of what they chatted over phone, so outta my understanding; so the disconnection made it difficult for me though I guess they didn’t realize that. Anyway, what’s done is done and I’m content with myself and my life now. Perfect imperfections of life. I know I don’t make much sense now, I guess I’m manufactured this way, lol! Now that it’s exams I have a lot of other things to worry about.Β 

I just lost track in my ruminations. πŸ˜‚ Here’s yet another from the beach.Β 

Love, Aishah❣! ~

10 Comments Add yours

  1. Ashik T M says:

    Just love the snap that you took and the weather,perfect to capture the sea breeze with the loved ones

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    1. aishahnaaz says:

      Yeah. Beach is never the same. Everyday, you get to view an entirely different beauty.

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  2. OMG that picture is wooooow. Perfect timing and such beautiful wordsπŸ’–

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    1. aishahnaaz says:

      Shukran habeebi! 😍 Jazakallah Khair for your kind words! ☺

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      1. Afwan ya helwa. ❀ Waeeyaki. And thank you for sharing such nice things.

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      2. aishahnaaz says:

        You’re most welcome! Beach diaries will inshallah keep going. I have a big collection from my (almost) everyday walks. 😁

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      3. Yaas, that’s awesome. Gaah I envy you. :p

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      4. aishahnaaz says:

        Hihi. πŸ˜›

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  3. Sana Khan says:

    Beautiful Thoughts Dear! This phase is also okay when you donot have best friends , You learnt from things around and life a lot, and then there comes in life the phase when you have best friends and you know the difference between the two, Alhumdolillah for both ! Patience is the key my Dear, have been through it as well.

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    1. aishahnaaz says:

      Yeah. Inshallah. I’m learning to get along with this now. Sometimes I’m too awesome to handle for people. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚
      Jokes apart, I’m quite happy nowadays. 😊

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