When I first read “Men may come and men may go, but I go on forever,” from The Brook by Alfred Lord Tennyson, it felt like a bold declaration to me, almost like a statement of dominance ,as if it meant standing strong while everything and everyone else passed by. But over time, that line has softened in meaning. Now it feels less like a proclamation and more like a quiet understanding of life. People come and go, moments change, places change, and so do we ,yet something within us keeps flowing forward. With a little more freedom and a little more understanding of who we are becoming, we grow kinder to ourselves. In that gentler space, the world doesn’t feel like something to conquer anymore; it feels like something that simply unfolds around us, as if it was always meant to hold us exactly where we are, moving softly toward our own horizon. And maybe this is what that line meant all along ,a quiet, endless becoming:
“And out again I curve and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.”
Shot by : @harshsalunke_@dharamjoshi16
#AlfredLordTennyson #thebrook #story
And who am I? That’s a secret I’ll never tell…
Still remember the day we did the Blair look for the second change and couldn’t stop laughing while saying these three lines on loop.
You know you love me.
XOXO.
Thank you @mua_viducci for bringing the Upper East Side drama to life. Always in awe with your ideas and the way you execute it single handedly 🫶🏻🫶🏻
Make up and Styling by one and only 😘 @mua_viducci
#gossipgirl #23 #mua #styling #shoot
এই শহরটা burns slow… like a cigarette you don’t really want to finish.
Singer: @anjan_dutt
Song: Cigarette
(best experienced with earphones.)
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What I see when I hear.
#cityjoy
Okay, so I never do this, but the last couple of years were a bit much.
A bit much of everything.
And today makes 3 years in Bombay.
I didn’t arrive here with certainty or a neatly drawn plan. I arrived because something in me needed to move to choose discomfort, to choose growth, to stay even when things felt unfamiliar and unstable.
Bombay teaches you in extremes.
Highs and lows.
People who show up, and people who don’t.
Moments of deep understanding, and moments that leave you questioning everything.
It’s been a rollercoaster, intense, exhausting, and deeply alive.
I directed my first play here. I opened a company here. And I also learned how to shut it down.
Somehow, this city teaches you how to begin, how to lose, and how to start again without losing yourself.
Somewhere along the way, I learned to keep my inner child alive.
To stay curious. To keep playing. To keep moving.
To listen to the body, to trust instinct, to let experience shape me rather than harden me.
But above all, this city reminded me why I do what I do.
I love what I do. And this city keeps testing that love… and strengthening it.
Grateful to every person who crossed my path — even briefly and every person I got the chance to work with.
Those who stayed. Those who left.
Those who challenged me, held me, disappointed me, believed in me, or simply showed up when I needed it most.
Thank you for every contribution, every conversation, every opportunity, every lesson.
I carry all of it with me.
Emotions, friendships, rejection, joy, sadness, lessons, and growth.
Here’s to some moments I can look back on and remember what happiness sometimes looks like. 🤍
