Life as it comes..

I wish I could write a solid piece of article on the current trending topic - LLMs! Instead I'm one letter short and here to talk more about LLs 😁 Gary Chapman, an American author and talk show host is credited and best known for his concept of the five love languages that humans use to express and receive love. They are:  Words of affirmation Quality time Gifts Acts of service Physical touch While it is established that people use all of these languages to some degree, a person will primarily speak one of these love languages. We all have different ways of expressing our love and have specific ways in how we want to be loved.  Perhaps this is one of the most profound concepts that can explain why relationships fall apart without placing blame on either of the parties involved. Sometimes, we fail to understand how to love the person we already love so that they also know it and then sometimes, there's a conflict/ trade-off involved where despite wanting to love someone the way

There's this beautiful song called "To build a home" by The Cinematic Orchestra. Each time I hear it, there's some strange melancholy that it induces in me. I sometimes tear up while listening to it and sometimes my heart's beats match the beats of the song. My love for this song might also come from the fact that it's used in a couple of my favourite movies and shows and played at some pivotal scenes that had an impact on me. to build a home - audio link "And I built a home for you, for me,  until it disappeared  from me, from you Now it's time to leave and turn to dust" What does it mean to build a home for someone? What will it be made of? Stone, wooden floors, love, care...? Where will it reside? In the world that you can see through your eyes or in a world you see only within? What will be the colour of its walls? A clean coat of plain white or textured strokes of passionate hues? Will it have windows or just walls? Will it have a welcome ma

It always comes as a pang The happy memories Carefully filtered from the sad ones Just enough to leave you gasping   No matter how careful you are in hiding it Or how deep you think you’ve pushed it   It resurfaces, It has to. Your body covered in sweat   Cannot distinguish what is from what was And while the dripping sweat reduces your skin temperature It cannot touch the burning heat within Closing the eyes   only makes you see clearer into the past Opening it   makes you feel like you’ve lost your sense of direction How can your own mind play games on you? Such a deceit   Making you believe you had it all Making you believe you’ve lost it all Making you believe you can still have it all How did people communicate when there was no internet? No phones.   No pigeons. And no legs to walk or mouth to speak? Tell me how for I need it now Tell me how for I need to reach somewhere Tell me how for I need to race with time Tell me how, if you agree with my poem, sublime..