Hello: (resurgence)!

If you remember/recognize/know the image at end, you get it. This one was not just music, it was beyond. I’m talking about Kesha’s Praying if you’re wondering.


This hello is more for me than anything or anyone else. And it’s the warmest and the most recognitory I’ve received in a very long time. Maybe it has a lot or even everything to do with the fact that it’s coming from myself.

I think we all need it at some point of time, and to be honest, it comes to you at the most crucial instances, at cusps, when the cocoon breaks and the skin sheds and right before you butterfly into your hello, and that’s when you can know it to the fullest.

Now here’s something else, I’ve always, always felt a strong assimilation when I am at a beach or basically seeing the water, or more precisely the see waves do their bid. Sometimes, the tide is high and the other times, it’s low. Sometimes there’s also absolute stillness, although if you look close enough, nothing really is absolute. So yeah, it’s a process, the waves are at their most when the tide is high.

That, is the difference between revival and resurgence (sort of, at least).

Basically, here’s what I have to say, it’s nothing new, nothing different and definitely nothing grand, but certainly very significant, through the tides and the shedding of skins, and through the repetition of it over and over, takes place my favorite phenomenon, oxymoron (or for a more generalised and phenomenal aspect- paradox), as in the unlearning and learning. So yeah, a lot happens through it all, things you can’t name, things you can’t understand, things that don’t make sense, and I mean all of it, the gruelling stuff, the piercingly painful, the numbing painful, the chaos, the apathy and every other part of it that you have deeply known, but here’s the one final thing that defines the entirety of this all, YOU. Your resurgence, and your revival.

But the only thing you need to believe in is that it will happen.

And this is why, these words by Haruki Murakami hit home-
“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”