The Seasons of Courage

Courage is not a single, unchanging thing. It shifts, softens, and sharpens as we move through life, taking on new shapes with every stage of our journey. The courage of a child is not the same as that of an elder and yet, all are true, all are necessary.

Childhood: The Innocent Spark

As children, courage is born in small moments. It is letting go of a parent’s hand on the first day of school, daring to sleep without the light on, or finding the words to speak up even when our voices are unsure. Childhood courage is raw and instinctive. It doesn’t calculate risks; it simply trusts.

Youth: The Fire of Identity

In youth, courage burns brighter, more impatient. It is the daring to dream boldly and the audacity to chase those dreams despite obstacles. It is saying no when conformity is easier, risking failure for the sake of passion, and leaping into love without a safety net. This is the courage of becoming – of discovering who we are and insisting on living it out loud.

Middle Age: The Quiet Strength

By middle age, courage matures. It is no longer about proving ourselves, but about sustaining what matters – families, commitments, values, and dreams that still whisper to us in quiet hours. Courage here means showing up every day, even when tired. It is the willingness to admit mistakes, to forgive, to start over if life demands reinvention. This courage is steady, resilient, and often unseen, but it is the one that carries us through.

Old Age: The Grace of Letting Go

And then, courage shifts again. In old age, it is no longer about holding on, but about letting go – with grace. Letting go of control, of roles that once defined us, of the illusion of endless time. It takes courage to face loss, to live with vulnerability, and to accept the approach of life’s end not with fear, but with dignity. This is perhaps the deepest courage: to look back with honesty, to make peace with regrets, and to savor what remains, no matter how small.

Though courage wears many faces, one truth remains: it is always the light that guides us through uncertainty. From the innocent spark of childhood to the grace of old age, courage is the steady flame that allows us not just to live, but to live fully.

In the end, courage is not one great act, but the quiet promise we keep with ourselves: to keep moving forward, whatever the stage, whatever the season.

Top Posts 2016

2016 has been a very disappointing year in many ways. Mostly I feel sad that I haven’t written as much as I should. However, there were certain posts which I liked, compiled here for reference.

Dress to Impress Yourself: A famous blogger / writer wrote about how fat people should not wear leggings, tight dresses, yada yada yada. This post presents a counter view.

The Forbidden Temple: Forcing entry for women in Shani Temple created quite a furore last year.

Goa – Beyond Partying, Boozing and Sea Food: Best part of 2016. A vacation with parents.

Call me Fat, Maybe?: After Vogue did a photo shoot with plus sized models, comments on twitter flew, pathetic to nasty.

Ebooks: The year I discovered the joys of e books! 😀 (Free free free)

Write Away: In May 2016, I ran a contest to encourage writing. Check out posts with the tag Write Away. The best & most liked was: A letter to my not-yet-adopted Baby

Spare Tampons Anyone?: Inspired by yet another debate on twitter 😉

No means No!: Yet another inspired post, this time by a movie.

A Modern Day Fairy Tale

Truth is stranger than fiction they say. And sometimes truth matches so much with fiction that it amazes you.

Manasi was 10 year old when her parents died in a car accident. She was an only child. Her father’s kins were not very keen to take her to their home. They asked her mother’s brother to take her responsibility in exchange of a fat sum.

Her life was not very different than Cinderella after that. She was treated as a maid, beaten & abused at the drop of a hat. Only solace was they had continued her schooling. She was timid by nature & the shock of her parent’s death had made her further drawn into a shell. This went on till she was 16 year old. After she finished her schooling, she thought she would join a college, get a job & be free of this life. But alas, it was not to be. Her maternal uncle & aunt didn’t allow her to join college. She was barred from further studies. She cried her heart out for couple of days but then accepted her fate.

Years passed. She was now 19, an adult, but her life had only worsened. Her once shining eyes had now turned blank. She had no hope, no dreams left. She was scared to run away. The thought of wolves outside her home, if she could call it her home, deterred her.

Today was probably the worst day of her life. She had mistakenly put a bit extra salt in the curry & her aunt had burnt her face with the hot pan. She ran into the back yard & started sobbing. Her tears did not go un witnessed though. Harsh, 14 year old son of their neighbours got a glimpse of her from their window. There was something about her sobbing which touched Harsh’s tender heart. He had heard stories about misfortunes of Manasi whenever his mom gossiped with other neighbours. Today he saw how bad it was. He looked again at the tender face of Manasi & took a pledge there & then.

It was 7 years after the incident. Harsh was 21, a hopeful engineering student. Manasi was 26, still being abused by her relatives. Harsh, meanwhile, had become her good friend. He used to share food with her, cheer her up when she was low & always tried to build her confidence. He used to get her good books to read as he knew Manasi was fond of reading. Harsh was the balm for her painful wounds.

Harsh had been selected for a top IT company during the campus interview. The day had come to fulfill his pledge. He rushed home. He wanted an opportunity to talk to Manasi. As usual she was waiting for him in the verandah. He jumped from the wall of his house to meet Manasi. Today was not the usual chit chatting day though. He took Manasi’s hand in his hand and told her that he was in love with her since the last 7 years. He wanted to share his life with her. He asked her if she would do the honour of becoming his life partner.

Manasi was shocked. She would have never dreamt about such a thing! She tried to resist him. But he was as determined as the day he had taken a pledge that he would rescue Manasi from the clutches of her evil relatives.

Harsh had not only to fight his parents but also Manasi’s own insecurities & her apprehensions about their differences. He fought singlehandedly & emerged a winner. They both were disowned by their own families in the process.

Today, they both have created their own family and they lead a happy life together. Manasi thinks she was lucky to have Harsh to rescue her from hell while Harsh thinks it was due to Manasi he got a purpose in life.

I am privileged to know both these beautiful people. Their story inspires a hope. A hope that, true love, conquers everything. And you can find a fairy tale in the midst of an ordinary life. ❤

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