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Friday, September 23, 2016

Happy Birthday My Friend

Many many happy returns of the day my crazy, stupid, dumb, weird friend.

I would not say 'May God bless' you due to recent circumstances.

(You may call me narcissist)I say I bless you with all the happiness, wealth and success. Health is in your hands, my blessings won't work in that zone.

You do have love in life from your family, friends including me. Let's not talk about the clichéd 'Love'.

I had fallen in love with your writing and I miss reading something new from you. Your nature of 'giving' reflects in your writings too.

I am happy we met a day before your birthday. And No I may not be able to gift you a mobile or that luxurious car but I give my word I will stand by you in need.

Do not doubt on my given word, I said it truthfully as I allowed you smoking in front of me even though I hate it.

I do not fear on talking about anything in front of you as you don't judge me like others do.

Life is good having a friend like you.

Also do remember, I will never hesitate to slap you  in case if you do something hazardous.

Have a wonderful life and please EAT don't stay bony!

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Don't Love Me 2.0

She found herself smiling in the mirror after so so long. It wasn't because of him. He snatched away her smile, her happiness and most strangely her inner peace.

The blood curdling anger creeped in her veins leaving her scarred. Scars which no one could see. How come no one noticed that she isn't happy?

But surprisingly the reason behind this smile was someone else. She did not question herself "Is this feeling wrong?" No! Because she had risen above all the societal norms.
She didn't crave for love anymore. She need not. The smile wasn't love but simply a gesture of kindness and understanding from someone.

Her message for him- "Don't Love me. Don't Love me anymore."

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Life is not easy, because it was never meant to be easy!

I am staring at a blank page. To write, or not to! 

I just want to splurge this page with beautiful indigo ink. This alluring ink shall enhance the beauty of a blank page. Yes! A page filled with random words, sentences, phrases, verses, and many more. I love such page, not a blank one. What does a blank page makes you think of? Sadness, calm or serenity? A book has a power to hold on everything in this universe into it. A story, fantasy, fairytale, literature!

Let it be the serene smell of a new book, or old one, it has always fascinated me. How many of us write a journal on a daily basis? Many, not many or most of us? Writing is a vent. It releases those blocked emotions deep inside one’s mind. I had written a phase of my life in a dairy. The ups and downs, the one’s whom I liked or disliked, the secret desire, wishes, ugly truth. I had enclosed all my bitter-sweet memories. To tear it one day! Yes! I did tear each and every page of that journal. Why? I had no answer to the questions it might have raised. (In case if you read it) I am not answerable to anyone for my emotions or reactions.

Can one really become like a protagonist portrayed in a fiction? Can someone be an Ann Veronica? Can someone be a Dominique from The Fountainhead? Beautiful, Charming and most of all Bold/Courageous! Surely there are real life heroes around us. We just haven’t met them.

You cannot judge someone the way they look or by the life they live. You don’t have the right to! Who knows the beautiful kohl eyes must have cried their heart out!

I complain about my life most of the time. Does anyone here do the same? Life’s beauty lies in imperfection. What is the point of living if we have attained perfection? Each day we live, we work; we earn to have a better tomorrow.

Every time I feel distressed, I make myself remind the sayings of Einstein, Shakespeare, Buddha, Sheldon and Dr.Brennan (yes, they are the most rational characters).

Life is not easy, because it was never meant to be easy! But Life can be beautiful. How? I am sure you can answer it. 

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

"Don't love me..." 1.2

She was obsessed with rain. Just as she was of the smell of a new book. Her old journal. Rebirth of some memories and a grave of few others. Rain. A gift to Her from heaven. In return she always gave a part of Hers. Sad ones. It accepted those happily. 

"Come under the umbrella. You will catch cold as always." He called out caringly. She giggled. Spreading her arms wide as wings of a phoenix. Rain kissed Her face. Just as He did. Softly. Tenderly. She sneezed and laughed. Her laughter echoed through the rain. 

"Don't love me so much so you can't live without me." She said warming herself with His closeness under the umbrella. 

 The rain crashed on Her. Hurting this time. She opened Her home. Their home. Empty. As Her Soul.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

"Don't love me..." 1.1

"You're the biggest failure of my life!" 

Shocked. Terrified. These words etched Her heart, mind and soul. She just couldn't get rid of them.

Forgetting wasn't an option. Whenever She looked in his eyes. There they were.  As clear as glass. He had said to Her once. A burden on Her life.

Thunder. Dark sky. Downpour. The train rapidly past by, soaked Her. She snapped back from past. Its honk tearing Her ears as those words had done once. A scream from Her past. She could still hear. The droplets dribbling from Her fingertips. Her soul was weeping. Bleeding.

"Don't love me so much so you would be hurt. When you expect something from me. What if I can't give it?" She had said.

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

"Don't love me..."

"Don't love me so much so it will make you vulnerable." He said.

Her feet were grounded by these words. What are those? Reassurance? False promise? Deception?

She stood heavy-hearted and kept staring in His eyes. Everybody Lies! But eyes.They are window of our soul.They won't.Neither will His.

The rustling of trees in soft wind of monsoon was making Her fall in love with the moment. With Him? Again?

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Day 4: Letter to your sibling

Dear Bro B,

        Though we haven't shared much as kids, we do share an understanding that need not be spoken of. I still remember how you beat me many times  and I couldn't as you being the younger one. I shall share those beatings when you have kids. SO BEWARE!

        Haaaa! I miss our delay to bed and delay to rise during holidays. We used to prop up from bed and watch the dubbed English serials (I dream of Jeanie), Talespin, Gummy Bears, Chip and Dale....I could go on and on. When Scooby Doo had its telecast on DD Metro WE WERE ON TOP OF THE WORLD!!!(Tuesday evening)
        My jealousy for you had outgrown as years passed. We hardly talk now-a-days, but there's an attachment that need not be flaunted. (as some do over here)

        I wish the best for you. Ping me sometimes!!!

Your sis.

P.S. A biiiiggggg Thank You for the books on my birthday. You are the only one who gifted me what I had WANTED wished for.

P.P.S. Please EAT! I can count your ribs without even touching them.