Randomly Kawtar

 With an emphasis on emotions, mental health, the beauty of nature and the little habits that make a life, RandomlyKawtar captures in words and photographs what it is to live, to grow, to believe and to love.

#SHE : Her Wildest Dreams.

She dreamt of a yellow bike, typewriters and hourglasses. A swing in the front yard, her approach to freedom and to flying above all nonsense.

She dreamt of weekly sessions of meeting strangers and making delightful acquaintances. The thing is, she is a charm with strangers as long as there is no sign of further or deeper implications.

Like the wind, she delighted in a swift passing by and leaving a soft breeze in their memory.

She dreamt of long walks serenaded by clever and transparent conversations with people who look beyond relatable matters. She fantasised about changing lives and teaching self-care and self-awareness and critical thinking.

She dreamt about a shop and writing books. She always had this thing for business and writing. She sold nuts in funerals and wrote letters to the world before she reached teenage where she started to worry about fitting in and acting sane and normal.

They say that the wildest and truest of dreams sleep evaded in the folds of our tender ages and they keep on haunting us. At some ages, we listen to them and tend to start their execution.
But most times we shut them down some more, postpone a little longer, live a little quieter until we find ourselves tangled up with regrets and loneliness unable to unstuck ourselves from their tight grips…and we keep on surrendering.

She dreamt of breaking that melancholic pattern and chanting a different chorus…entre autres.

Grow Gracefully Daisies *.*