by myself

Ayushi Kenia

Lonely v/s Alone

It’s such a powerful and important distinction.

Having an awareness of this distinction is essential, I feel.

I experienced the power and impact of this distinction recently.

I was walking on the streets of Bandra one afternoon. I was on my way to grab a snack. I didn’t have company. I kind of wanted to be by myself, to have that time for myself.

I didn’t feel the need to listen to music while walking. Else, I’d generally prefer plugging in my airpods and listening to songs; partly to not let my presence on the road to appear “lonely” to the people around.

Have you ever done this? Put on music when you’re out alone, by yourself, just to appear that you are engaged in an activity? To not come out as a “loner”, as the word goes these days?

I have done that a couple of times in the past.

The fear of being judged- by strangers around me, the people I haven’t even come across in my life, and will probably never see them again- was bigger than my need to not listen to music and just simply walk around, unbothered.

That afternoon in Bandra, walking on those streets without music, I experienced freedom. Looking at churches, shops and traffic lights, I felt free and at ease. There was nothing extraordinary about these sights, but the plain act of me walking by myself, without any music changed everything.

It was so (fucking) simple.

It felt so (fucking) good to not think about other people’s opinions about my “lonely” ass walking around alone.

And speaking of, I did not feel lonely. I felt complete. And that felt right.

You see, spending time on ruminating about “what will people think of me if I do this?” will get you nowhere, and I am affirming this by experience.

There’s something cathartic about breaking the misconceptions that you have formed of yourself, and intentionally working towards perceiving yourself differently. Everything changes after that, trust me. And that’s one hell of an experience!

How drinking water from a mason jar can change your life

Mayuri Makwana

As always, I am late to the trend. This time for mason jars. I bought a mason jar a couple of days back. I stared at it for two days, wondering what I should put in it. I didn’t want to do the fairy light crap. I wanted to use it for drinking- what? I didn’t know. I didn’t want to use it for milkshakes or smoothies either (i wasn’t willing to clean the crap out of the jar, 100%).
Then, my very clever brain told me- why not use it for water? And I said heck yeah, why not.
I have been drinking water from my mason jar non-stop for the past few days. My water consumption has increased by 88% (no, I will not show you how I did the math).
Drinking from a water bottle? A bottle’s entire purpose is to hold water. What’s the fun in that? Drinking from a mason jar? WITH A STRAW? I could be drinking smoothies and iced tea in this. But I decided to drink something as simple as water. The special treatment I am giving to water, oh, I am treating that baby right.
Romanticizing something like drinking water gave me a healthy body, healthy skin, a healthy mind (I am no scientist but, I am sure there are other benefits too.)
I have learned if you romanticize the right things in your life- you will change your life. How? By increasing the likelihood of that good thing happening, just because it’s so fancy. I am no life coach and probably haven’t done half of what people do in their lives (or are supposed to do?). But if my lazy mind can come up with such an innovative idea, it’s safe to assume you can think of such simple ways to have a better life too.
I have never heard of a better deal than 79rs making me drink enough water every day. ( + more trips to the washroom = more steps 😉 )

A letter I never sent

Mayuri Makwana


Hi.

Of course, it is a normal piece of paper. Can’t do anything too fancy (maybe later). I don’t know if I’ve ever written you a letter. Maybe today I have missed you the most, maybe it was enough for me to sit and write. Missing you like I would miss a fresh splash of water on a sunny day, missing you like I would miss the cool breeze of air that makes a night walk perfect. Sorry, but when I write letters they ought to be romantic. I don’t think letters are letters without their romance. I just realized that July is such a weird month. What even happens in July? It’s right in the middle. No one remembers what happens in July. I am happy that I gave something (this letter) for you to remember (and for me too) this July of 2021. It makes me feel bitter how difficult it is to write about someone else, even if you’ve known them for years, even if they’ve lived in your dreams and thoughts for a significant amount of time. How can we be so consumed with ourselves and everything around us that we give others no power to even be remembered deservedly? Anyway, turns out exercising does release a lot of the oh-so-fucking-good hormones. I wish I can make everyone exercise. Is it boring to read about someone else’s thoughts in a letter addressed to you? I would have hated it. On that note, I really do miss you today. I think I am feeling really grateful for someone like you to be a part of my life. It is like having a bench only to ourselves in the middle of an apocalypse. Buildings are burning, there is no hope for tomorrow, people are killing each other, there is a stench of malice in the air- but somehow, none of this reaches our little bench. It’s just you and me smoking a nicotine-free cigarette and laughing at existential jokes- mostly made by you, you’re good at that. Well, I guess what I mean to say is, I love you.



something like that, more or less

Mayuri Makwana

and then i started looking for things that won’t hurt me.

something that doesn’t have a heartbeat.
something that doesn’t have charming eyes.
something that doesn’t know what my favourite show is.
something that doesn’t always know the right thing to say.
something that doesn’t stay up till 7am for me.
something that doesn’t teach me how to love my mother.
something that doesn’t spend every festival with me.
something that doesn’t send me songs every monday.
something that doesn’t say i love you twice in 10 seconds.

more like,

a sad movie in a fresh blanket,
a spoonful of peanut butter,
a shower after working hard,
a sight of stars,
a splash of colour on a canvas,
a sacrifice of sugar,
a shiny earring,
a song in my “recommendations for you”,
a sea reflecting moonlight,
a sandwich with cheese.

something like that,
more or less.


16 questions i want to ask a stranger i will never meet again

Mayuri Makwana


1. who is your god? is it male or female? is it just a universe? a power? or hope?
2. have you ever been in love? did it punish you enough? and did it teach you anything?
3. i don’t know if you have ever kissed someone’s eyes, held hands while walking down a street, softly brushed the hair off someone’s face when they were talking- how often do you crave intimacy? and who satisfies your need for touch?
4. do you love your father?
5. do you like it when people talk about you?
6. what color is your toothbrush?
7. have you ever done something bad and actually felt bad about it?
8. would you kill someone if you have to? would you kill yourself if you have to?
9. when you get hurt by someone, where do you ache? your ears? your toes? or is it in your throat?
10. when you die what do you want people to do with your clothes?
11. does anyone ask you if you cry?
11. do you think that the world was just to you?
12. do you like holding soft toys? have you ever held a soft toy?
13. do you like the way lemons taste?
14. when was the last time you felt like crying but you didn’t? who are you trying to be brave for?
15. where do you fight your battles? in your bed or in your bathroom?
16. if you could buy love, how many rupees per kilo would you pay for it?

Self-actualisation

Ayushi Kenia

Self-actualisation, as stated by Abraham Maslow, is a desire to become everything that one is capable of becoming. According to Maslow’s hierarchy of needs, self-actualisation is at the top rung of the pyramid. The apparent explanation for this lies in the fact that self- actualisation can be achieved once all the lower level needs are fulfilled. Now before you jump up and oppose this, let me make it clear that, that debate deserves another article. However, here, I would like to talk more about this desire that Maslow refers to- the desire to be more.
Can we actually quantify this desire?
What is more? Will that “more” be more after we achieve it?
Also, is it logical to define self- actualisation? Subjectively, sure. I mean how else are we supposed to navigate through our individual journeys if we don’t know what actualisation means to us?
To me, it all boils down to one’s purpose of existing. As gray and ambiguous as that question is, I think the journey towards self- actualisation requires us to challenge and question everything. By saying that, I am in no way hinting at a rebellion of any sort whatsoever; challenging and questioning your perceived reality.
On a personal note, having been indulging myself in this activity, I have come to realise and experience the magnanimity of life. The uncountable fragments of reality that exist around me make me wonder about the possibilities that we have been blessed with, with regards to working on ourselves.
Making sense of our existence is something that is going to take years for us to figure out, and I think that’s where the beauty of life lies. It’s going to grind us down, throw us up in all its cryptic ways; almost making us want to give up; but don’t, it’s just a game. Play along; you’ll grow.