Tag: unspoken

Aaah now this would have to be Tom and Jerry..

What’s your favorite cartoon?

Tom and Jerry is not just a cartoon, it is chaos with a heartbeat. Endless chases, pranks, and explosions of mischief, yet beneath it all, there is a loyalty you cannot ignore. They fight, they tease, they drive each other crazy, but when it counts, they have always got each other’s back. Messy, relentless, unspoken love, wrapped in laughter and mischief, that is why I cannot help but love them..

If I had to pick a favorite cartoon, it would have to be Tom and Jerry. There is just something about them that gets under my skin, that makes me love them in ways that are almost unfair. On the surface, it is pure chaos, the endless chase, the pranks, the explosions of laughter and sometimes pain, but underneath all of that, there is a rhythm, a connection, a kind of love that is almost invisible if you are not paying attention.

Tom and Jerry are constantly at war, yet they protect each other in ways no one else can see. Jerry will outsmart Tom at every turn, make him look foolish, and yet, when push comes to shove, there is always this thread of loyalty tying them together. Tom might try to catch him, hurt him even, but there are moments, small, fleeting, that show he would never let anything truly bad happen to Jerry. And Jerry, mischievous little soul, he teases, he taunts, but when Tom is in real danger, he does not hesitate. That is the beauty of them, the love is messy, chaotic, imperfect, but it is there. Always there.

Their shenanigans are not just about laughs, they are about survival and understanding. Each prank, each chase, each elaborate scheme is a dance of connection. You watch, and you see how much they know each other, how much they anticipate the other’s moves, how deeply they are entwined in each other’s existence. It is love disguised as war, protection disguised as annoyance, loyalty disguised as rage.

That is why I love them. They remind me that love does not have to be neat, does not have to be spoken, does not have to be easy. Sometimes love is a chase, sometimes it is a prank, sometimes it is the silent promise that you would be there for someone no matter how absurd the circumstances get. And Tom and Jerry? They are the embodiment of that kind of love, messy, relentless, unshakable, and unforgettable.

Death Changes Everything..

Death..

A word that carries the weight of silence, a final breath that echoes far beyond the grave. It is the one truth that humbles kings and peasants alike, the one certainty that shakes the foundations of even the strongest hearts. When death visits, it does not just take a life, it rearranges the living. It changes how we breathe, how we love, how we see the world, and how we see ourselves.

There is something profoundly cruel yet hauntingly divine about the way death changes everything. It steals presence but magnifies memory. It erases voices but amplifies meaning. It teaches us that time, that one thing we take for granted, is fragile, fleeting, and never promised. The laughter you thought would last forever becomes an echo in your mind. The scent, the sound, the feel of someone’s touch, becomes a ghost you carry in your bones. You start realising that the little things were never little at all.

Death breaks routines that once felt eternal. The phone does not ring at the same hour anymore. The favorite chair stays empty. The morning coffee feels colder. You begin to understand that the world keeps spinning, mercilessly, so while your own world stands still. People go back to their lives, but you stay behind in the ruins, trying to gather the pieces of what used to be. And it is in that quiet wreckage that you learn the harshest truth of all, grief does not end, it just changes form. It settles into your chest, not as pain forever, but as a reminder that you once loved deeply enough to hurt this much.

Yet, in the cruel transformation that death brings, there lies an unspoken beauty. It teaches us appreciation in its most brutal way. We start looking at the living differently, holding them closer, speaking softer, loving louder. We realise that pride, anger, and distance are such small, meaningless things when weighed against the permanence of loss. Death forces us to see the sacred in the ordinary. A smile, a heartbeat, a shared silence, suddenly, everything becomes holy.

And while death changes everything, it also changes you. You become gentler, more aware, more alive. The pain teaches wisdom no book ever could. The emptiness forces you to fill your own heart with strength. You start to see that endings are not just endings, sometimes, they are silent beginnings, of faith, of resilience, of understanding. You begin to carry both life and loss together, learning how to walk again with the weight of both love and absence tied to your soul.

So yes, death changes everything, the rhythm of your days, the texture of your thoughts, the pulse of your heart. But in its wake, it leaves behind something unbreakable, a deeper love for life itself. Because once you have seen how quickly everything can be taken, you start living like every moment is borrowed..

Sacred, fleeting, and infinitely precious.