And now everyday, she talks to him for hours and hours and she tells me about her day. Not actually about her day, I guess her day, her night, everything is now about him. She has given him a nickname too. She calls him Mr Sweetu. Both of them have started sharing secrets with each other. Ara, who never shared about James proposal to anyone, shared it with Paul. I guess my girl is falling in love. And Paul, he is sharing everything with her. He shared the mystery of his name, he shared about his past. Something is being cooked between them. But today I am sure that Ara is in love with him. Today she wrote her feelings, she is not able to realise it's love but I know, I know my girl is in love. But will she accept it? Look what she has told me.
Wednesday, 11:15. 11.12.2019
Chipku,
Hi, hello. I am so happy. He wrote an email to me. And I just want to read it again and again. He tells me, time is in search of me, if not time, then he's in search of me. This words are like heaven to me. I got butterflies in my stomach while reading the email. I received the email at 10:41pm and I replied as fast as I could. It's been 2- 3 days, we didn't talk much, I am attending a wedding, so a bit busy. I am missing him so much. He has shared all his secrets with me. We don't need topics to talk about. Topics arise itself. He's even started flirting sometimes. We have become best friends. Not best but bestest of friends. Well I need to talk to him, bye bye.
Ara.
I am surprised, happily surprised, she's giving importance to someone over me. I know she's in love. I just wish everything happens good. They talk for hours and hours and just because they didn't talk for some days, they have started writing emails or shall I call it love letters. Today is 13th December and today's email was lit. Ara told Paul that he's been a part of her life without whom she cannot live. And Paul, his emails are heart touching. They gossip a lot. Days are passing and everything seems good. Ara is so happy. She's always smiling.
Wait, Ara is crying. What happened? She is writing over me and still her tears are falling on me.
#review #snehu
Wednesday, 11:15. 11.12.2019
Chipku,
Hi, hello. I am so happy. He wrote an email to me. And I just want to read it again and again. He tells me, time is in search of me, if not time, then he's in search of me. This words are like heaven to me. I got butterflies in my stomach while reading the email. I received the email at 10:41pm and I replied as fast as I could. It's been 2- 3 days, we didn't talk much, I am attending a wedding, so a bit busy. I am missing him so much. He has shared all his secrets with me. We don't need topics to talk about. Topics arise itself. He's even started flirting sometimes. We have become best friends. Not best but bestest of friends. Well I need to talk to him, bye bye.
Ara.
I am surprised, happily surprised, she's giving importance to someone over me. I know she's in love. I just wish everything happens good. They talk for hours and hours and just because they didn't talk for some days, they have started writing emails or shall I call it love letters. Today is 13th December and today's email was lit. Ara told Paul that he's been a part of her life without whom she cannot live. And Paul, his emails are heart touching. They gossip a lot. Days are passing and everything seems good. Ara is so happy. She's always smiling.
Wait, Ara is crying. What happened? She is writing over me and still her tears are falling on me.
#review #snehu
Chipku,
We were talking and he asked me the name of the person I love. I didn't wanted to tell him. How could I tell him that I am in love with him? I know you're shocked too. I hated love but all of a sudden how did it happen. Even I am thinking so, but my heart's saying it just happened. He is the one I love. He's the one who makes me smile. He's the one on whom I can rely. I can't get over him. He forced me to tell the person's name. I told him, and he was bit surprised. He took it as a joke, I guess. He considers me a best friend only. But I can't just have him as a best friend. I love him, yes I do love him. All the love poems, I wrote were, for him. He is never gonna love me. He has started teasing me, he no more shares his secrets with me, he just tries to make me jealous. Now we don't even talk much. I think I am losing him. I guess what I did with James is happening with me. I want to cry, I want to scream, I want to die. It was better I wouldn't have told him about my feelings. What shall I do now. Whenever we talk we just fight nowadays. Infact now we have stopped talking. He thinks that if we talk,I will get hurt. So he's stopped talking. But, he do cares for me. He checks my profile, comments on my poems, sometimes. I can't handle things. I love him, I really do. But he's happy without me, I understand.
Ara
I don't know what to say. Ara is totally broken. It's not even Paul's fault. He rejected her, she was just his best friend, he might have loved someone else or there must be his own reasons. Ara needs to understand it. I am feeling bad for her. She believed love is fake and the same thing happened. Her trust on love is no more again. I think now she understands what James must be going through.
Her schools have opened. She's not the same anymore. She doesn't writes to me now. Everyday I see her go to school, come back home, she's changed. She doesn't care about anyone now. Months have passed, it's been around 8 months, they didn't talk to each other. Ara has left Writer's Block. She has stopped writing poetry. Everything has changed.
#review #snehu
We were talking and he asked me the name of the person I love. I didn't wanted to tell him. How could I tell him that I am in love with him? I know you're shocked too. I hated love but all of a sudden how did it happen. Even I am thinking so, but my heart's saying it just happened. He is the one I love. He's the one who makes me smile. He's the one on whom I can rely. I can't get over him. He forced me to tell the person's name. I told him, and he was bit surprised. He took it as a joke, I guess. He considers me a best friend only. But I can't just have him as a best friend. I love him, yes I do love him. All the love poems, I wrote were, for him. He is never gonna love me. He has started teasing me, he no more shares his secrets with me, he just tries to make me jealous. Now we don't even talk much. I think I am losing him. I guess what I did with James is happening with me. I want to cry, I want to scream, I want to die. It was better I wouldn't have told him about my feelings. What shall I do now. Whenever we talk we just fight nowadays. Infact now we have stopped talking. He thinks that if we talk,I will get hurt. So he's stopped talking. But, he do cares for me. He checks my profile, comments on my poems, sometimes. I can't handle things. I love him, I really do. But he's happy without me, I understand.
Ara
I don't know what to say. Ara is totally broken. It's not even Paul's fault. He rejected her, she was just his best friend, he might have loved someone else or there must be his own reasons. Ara needs to understand it. I am feeling bad for her. She believed love is fake and the same thing happened. Her trust on love is no more again. I think now she understands what James must be going through.
Her schools have opened. She's not the same anymore. She doesn't writes to me now. Everyday I see her go to school, come back home, she's changed. She doesn't care about anyone now. Months have passed, it's been around 8 months, they didn't talk to each other. Ara has left Writer's Block. She has stopped writing poetry. Everything has changed.
#review #snehu
It's her birthday now. It's 4th of August, 2020. She is still hoping he will come back and wish her. And yes, he wished her. But he didn't wish her by his name, he wrote a letter to her, by someone's elses name. But she loved him, she recognised it was him. She again started crying. He had wished her birthday and written how much he missed her. She cried but those tears were of happiness, of missing him. She couldn't resist herself from writing an email to him. And here's what she writes-
"You think you are too smart, you will wish me by someone's else name and I won't recognise you. Stupid, I loved you. I know you, I know the way you write. Do you even realise, how many days, months it has been since we didn't talk? It was my fault I must have never told you about my feelings and everything would be fine, we would be best friends. I miss you, I miss your talks, I miss you teasing me, I miss you telling me about your day, I miss youuuuu, I miss you yrr. I read your emails almost everyday, I want those days back. You are a fool, you know, you think that if you don't talk to me I won't be hurt, but it's the opposite. And I swear we will just remain best friends. I need to tell you so many things and I need to hear so many things. And you're still a part of my life without whom I cannot live. I miss you."
And much more she wrote. She never got a reply. Yes it's been many years now. Things have happened in her life but she has never forgotten him.
Ara was in her death bed, the doctor informed that she's going to die within two hours. She contacted everyone in the first one hour and then she told everyone to leave her alone. She started writing a letter which was for him, which he never received-
#review #snehu
"You think you are too smart, you will wish me by someone's else name and I won't recognise you. Stupid, I loved you. I know you, I know the way you write. Do you even realise, how many days, months it has been since we didn't talk? It was my fault I must have never told you about my feelings and everything would be fine, we would be best friends. I miss you, I miss your talks, I miss you teasing me, I miss you telling me about your day, I miss youuuuu, I miss you yrr. I read your emails almost everyday, I want those days back. You are a fool, you know, you think that if you don't talk to me I won't be hurt, but it's the opposite. And I swear we will just remain best friends. I need to tell you so many things and I need to hear so many things. And you're still a part of my life without whom I cannot live. I miss you."
And much more she wrote. She never got a reply. Yes it's been many years now. Things have happened in her life but she has never forgotten him.
Ara was in her death bed, the doctor informed that she's going to die within two hours. She contacted everyone in the first one hour and then she told everyone to leave her alone. She started writing a letter which was for him, which he never received-
#review #snehu
Dear Mr Sweetu,
Years have passed and I hope you're fine. I am in my death bed writing to you. I wish we still were in contact. I wish I never told you about my feelings. I wish we were best friends. I have hurt you a lot. But you know what I still have hope, one day in heaven you will come, and tell me let's be best friends again. Oh sorry, not in heaven, in hell. I have done a lot of sins. I miss you dear. I wanted you to be here when I take my last breath. But that's never gonna happen. You don't need to stay in guilt that you rejected me. I know, I know you did it for my good. I know you very well, you must have a reason. And it's normal, it's your life, you didn't love me and you rejected me. I understand. You were right, it wasn't James fault. I remember you told me that I will realise one day how James must be feeling. And yes, I do realise. Stay happy and we will meet sometime. Not in this birth ofcoursely, the next birth is there. I will make sure you be my best friend. And I assure you, I will not fall in love in my next birth. Love is all fake. It just hurts. I don't know what shall I say. I have many things to say but I don't know how shall I tell you. May God bless you and always keep you happy. Even after I am gone I will still be around you protecting you. Keep smiling.
Your silly best friend,
ARA
And she took her last breath and she died.
THERE'S NO LESSON YOU NEED TO LEARN FROM THIS INCIDENT.
But do remember, everyone has their own side. Paul must be having his own reasons. Falling in love is good but after getting rejected, getting back is difficult. It's not impossible. You can do it. Be it one-sided, unrequited or whatever, love is love. And true love exists. ARA TRULY LOVED HIM. Sometimes friendship is better than love. Make your choices well. ARA and PAUL were best friends but just because of Ara everything got destroyed. Be careful with your choices. Choose friendship. Don't lose the person who cares for you.
This was it. Not so much special but just an incident from Ara's life, very close to my heart. And I am still Ara's Chipku.
Thank you Dear Reader.
- Chipku aka Ara aka Sneha
#review #snehu
Years have passed and I hope you're fine. I am in my death bed writing to you. I wish we still were in contact. I wish I never told you about my feelings. I wish we were best friends. I have hurt you a lot. But you know what I still have hope, one day in heaven you will come, and tell me let's be best friends again. Oh sorry, not in heaven, in hell. I have done a lot of sins. I miss you dear. I wanted you to be here when I take my last breath. But that's never gonna happen. You don't need to stay in guilt that you rejected me. I know, I know you did it for my good. I know you very well, you must have a reason. And it's normal, it's your life, you didn't love me and you rejected me. I understand. You were right, it wasn't James fault. I remember you told me that I will realise one day how James must be feeling. And yes, I do realise. Stay happy and we will meet sometime. Not in this birth ofcoursely, the next birth is there. I will make sure you be my best friend. And I assure you, I will not fall in love in my next birth. Love is all fake. It just hurts. I don't know what shall I say. I have many things to say but I don't know how shall I tell you. May God bless you and always keep you happy. Even after I am gone I will still be around you protecting you. Keep smiling.
Your silly best friend,
ARA
And she took her last breath and she died.
THERE'S NO LESSON YOU NEED TO LEARN FROM THIS INCIDENT.
But do remember, everyone has their own side. Paul must be having his own reasons. Falling in love is good but after getting rejected, getting back is difficult. It's not impossible. You can do it. Be it one-sided, unrequited or whatever, love is love. And true love exists. ARA TRULY LOVED HIM. Sometimes friendship is better than love. Make your choices well. ARA and PAUL were best friends but just because of Ara everything got destroyed. Be careful with your choices. Choose friendship. Don't lose the person who cares for you.
This was it. Not so much special but just an incident from Ara's life, very close to my heart. And I am still Ara's Chipku.
Thank you Dear Reader.
- Chipku aka Ara aka Sneha
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#review #shortstory #Florence
A Brief Encounter (part 1)
“221 B, Baker Street. What an unusual name for a coffee shop!” She thought as she crossed the road and walked to the coffee shop. “Maybe named after the legendary character or maybe the owner of the shop would be a great admirer”, she tried to find out the possible connections. The doorbell chimed as she opened the door. Having hung her coat on the hook, she glanced around for a place to sit. The place was rather uncrowded, given the popularity, as it’s not the peak hour. She chose an empty corner beside a window and ordered a tall espresso and a Baker special croissant. She looked out the window to see nothing exciting but the backyard of the cafe. “What good is a window if it doesn’t give you a view?” She muttered as she moved to the opposite end. She looked out to find the road empty with infrequent passing of one or two vehicles. It was a pleasant day with the clear sky except the sporadic drizzles. Opposite to the cafeteria was a lush green park which offered a breathtaking view of pink cherry blossom trees in rows which indeed were a feast for the eyes. She thought of the times when she played under the shades of cherry blossoms at her granny's home. She longed to return to those days when everything was merrier and how she lived without a care in the world. She resented how things had changed for worse.
“Madame?” a voice interrupted her childhood reveries.
“Madame, here is your order.”
“Thank you.”
“New to this place, madame?” the waitress asked her to strike a conversation as she had some time to kill.
“Yes.”
“Visiting?”
“No.”
The waitress thought it best to leave her alone sensing the melancholy around her from the monosyllabic replies. She explored the cafe sipping the cup of joe. It boasted neither neon signs nor flamboyant furniture. The red brick-walls, for the most part, were bare except a few paintings here and there. To her disappointment, there was nothing related to Holmes or his creator. This aroused her curiosity further to know the story behind the name. She gathered, despite all this, the cafe would be quite popular for its quaint atmosphere and the economy pricing. “Goodbye my love, my heart, my sweet..” Edith Piaf’s ballad was flowing along with the low murmurings of the people coming in and out. A young couple at the right end nibbling their food and saying sweet nothings to each other caught her eye. The young lady wore a cling dress with plunging neckline, a bit overdressed for a cafe. “Ten bucks says tonight is the night,” she mumbled to herself. Behind them was an old man with a receding hairline munching wafers and continuously cracked up by the jokes of his plump lady. She was completely unaware of the young lad making eyes at her ample bosom. The waitress who took her order flirted at the counter. She looked out of the window again to see a man in hat helping a blind beggar with clothes so threadbare cross the road. He also offered the beggar some coins and walked to the cafe. She looked rather curiously when the doorbell chimed to check if it was him. And yes, it was! He was tall, medium-built with a wheatish complexion. He hung his damp coat and looked around. She was seized with a desire to know more about him. As she was reluctant to make the first move, she pretended reading the paper biting the croissant.
“Excuse me, do you mind?” she looked up unexpectedly to find him waiting at her table. “Why? Why on earth would he come here when there are a lot of empty tables?” She thought as she rummaged around the place. She was surprised to see the place fully crowded. She gestured him to sit and sipped her coffee trying to avoid eye contact. The waitress came a moment later to take his order.
“Howdy sally?” asked he glancing through the menu.
Aye aye, sir. Pretty good.” she replied cheerfully.
“Well, I would like to have a latte and two raspberry macarons to go. Thank you.”
...(to be continued)
A Brief Encounter (part 1)
“221 B, Baker Street. What an unusual name for a coffee shop!” She thought as she crossed the road and walked to the coffee shop. “Maybe named after the legendary character or maybe the owner of the shop would be a great admirer”, she tried to find out the possible connections. The doorbell chimed as she opened the door. Having hung her coat on the hook, she glanced around for a place to sit. The place was rather uncrowded, given the popularity, as it’s not the peak hour. She chose an empty corner beside a window and ordered a tall espresso and a Baker special croissant. She looked out the window to see nothing exciting but the backyard of the cafe. “What good is a window if it doesn’t give you a view?” She muttered as she moved to the opposite end. She looked out to find the road empty with infrequent passing of one or two vehicles. It was a pleasant day with the clear sky except the sporadic drizzles. Opposite to the cafeteria was a lush green park which offered a breathtaking view of pink cherry blossom trees in rows which indeed were a feast for the eyes. She thought of the times when she played under the shades of cherry blossoms at her granny's home. She longed to return to those days when everything was merrier and how she lived without a care in the world. She resented how things had changed for worse.
“Madame?” a voice interrupted her childhood reveries.
“Madame, here is your order.”
“Thank you.”
“New to this place, madame?” the waitress asked her to strike a conversation as she had some time to kill.
“Yes.”
“Visiting?”
“No.”
The waitress thought it best to leave her alone sensing the melancholy around her from the monosyllabic replies. She explored the cafe sipping the cup of joe. It boasted neither neon signs nor flamboyant furniture. The red brick-walls, for the most part, were bare except a few paintings here and there. To her disappointment, there was nothing related to Holmes or his creator. This aroused her curiosity further to know the story behind the name. She gathered, despite all this, the cafe would be quite popular for its quaint atmosphere and the economy pricing. “Goodbye my love, my heart, my sweet..” Edith Piaf’s ballad was flowing along with the low murmurings of the people coming in and out. A young couple at the right end nibbling their food and saying sweet nothings to each other caught her eye. The young lady wore a cling dress with plunging neckline, a bit overdressed for a cafe. “Ten bucks says tonight is the night,” she mumbled to herself. Behind them was an old man with a receding hairline munching wafers and continuously cracked up by the jokes of his plump lady. She was completely unaware of the young lad making eyes at her ample bosom. The waitress who took her order flirted at the counter. She looked out of the window again to see a man in hat helping a blind beggar with clothes so threadbare cross the road. He also offered the beggar some coins and walked to the cafe. She looked rather curiously when the doorbell chimed to check if it was him. And yes, it was! He was tall, medium-built with a wheatish complexion. He hung his damp coat and looked around. She was seized with a desire to know more about him. As she was reluctant to make the first move, she pretended reading the paper biting the croissant.
“Excuse me, do you mind?” she looked up unexpectedly to find him waiting at her table. “Why? Why on earth would he come here when there are a lot of empty tables?” She thought as she rummaged around the place. She was surprised to see the place fully crowded. She gestured him to sit and sipped her coffee trying to avoid eye contact. The waitress came a moment later to take his order.
“Howdy sally?” asked he glancing through the menu.
Aye aye, sir. Pretty good.” she replied cheerfully.
“Well, I would like to have a latte and two raspberry macarons to go. Thank you.”
...(to be continued)
#review #shortstory #Florence
A Brief Encounter (part 2)
She assumed that he was a regular by the manner of their talking. She thought of asking about the history of the cafe but decided against it.
“Thank you for the seat,” he said.
“You are welcome,” she replied with feigned ignorance.
"How are you?”
“Very well, thanks.”
“I’m joe, by the way.”
“Aurelie."
“That’s a beautiful name just like you.”
“I don’t succumb to flattery.”
“Well, believe that you are not much of a talker, are you?”
“Basically, yes. I’m taciturn.”
“Okay. I’ll let you carry on then.”
“Okay.”
There was an awkward silence after this brief conversation.
The waitress came with his order and as she turned, her hand accidentally knocked the hat off his head revealing a tiny but cute umbrella drawing on his shaved-head. Having apologized, the waitress withdrew from the scene. Aurelie couldn't help but notice and burst into laughter. He bewildered what's wrong with her.
"I'm sorry", she laughed again and handed him a pocket mirror.
"Oh, this! Oh my gosh!" He joined her and they laughed their heart out.
"My three-year-old girl did this." He continued, "When I was about to leave home to buy her favourite macarons, she stopped me and said, "dadda, keep this umbrella in case it rains" and drew this on my head. I completely forgot about that."
"Such a lovely daughter!" She remarked.
"Yes, she is. I'm a single parent and I can't imagine a life without her. Anyways, I didn't take you for a jubilant person given your pensive look."
"Well, appearances are deceptive, you know."
And then they indulged in a jovial conversation and for a person looking from outside the window they seemed a perfect couple enjoying a peaceful evening.
"Do you have room for a caramel falafel, Aurélie?"
"Nah.. I'm full."
"Don't hesitate, it's on me."
"No. Seriously, I'm good.'
"So, shall we?"
"Yeah, sure."
They settled the bill and went out. The day was drawing to a close and everyone seemed hurrying home before the rain hit.
"So, here we are. Thank you for a lovely evening."
"You are a great person to have around. By the way, why 221 B Baker Street? Any idea?"
"The cafe has a painful past to tell. The founder of this cafe, when he was a child, was caught by the police and imprisoned for a day for stealing a loaf of bread which he meant to give his starving sister. He was so disheartened that he couldn't appease his sister's hunger. He came out of the prison deciding that he would take things in his hands and reach up to a position where he is well-treated. When he started the cafe after doing every odd jobs, he couldn't think of a better name than this because he was number 221 in the B block of the prison. The current proprietor is the great grandson of the founder."
"Wow! Heart touching indeed! A story of struggle and survival."
A clap of thunder and a bolt of lightning announced the arrival of rain and it was time for them to part ways.
He held her close and brushed her auburn curls off her cheeks. She let her mind float in ecstacy. The balmy wind caressed her and she felt that life had cast a certain chill.
"Our paths will cross again," assured he.
She just nodded and kept her lips sealed.
And then,
A gentle stroke and a tender kiss on the cheek- a perfect way to say goodbye.
-end-
A Brief Encounter (part 2)
She assumed that he was a regular by the manner of their talking. She thought of asking about the history of the cafe but decided against it.
“Thank you for the seat,” he said.
“You are welcome,” she replied with feigned ignorance.
"How are you?”
“Very well, thanks.”
“I’m joe, by the way.”
“Aurelie."
“That’s a beautiful name just like you.”
“I don’t succumb to flattery.”
“Well, believe that you are not much of a talker, are you?”
“Basically, yes. I’m taciturn.”
“Okay. I’ll let you carry on then.”
“Okay.”
There was an awkward silence after this brief conversation.
The waitress came with his order and as she turned, her hand accidentally knocked the hat off his head revealing a tiny but cute umbrella drawing on his shaved-head. Having apologized, the waitress withdrew from the scene. Aurelie couldn't help but notice and burst into laughter. He bewildered what's wrong with her.
"I'm sorry", she laughed again and handed him a pocket mirror.
"Oh, this! Oh my gosh!" He joined her and they laughed their heart out.
"My three-year-old girl did this." He continued, "When I was about to leave home to buy her favourite macarons, she stopped me and said, "dadda, keep this umbrella in case it rains" and drew this on my head. I completely forgot about that."
"Such a lovely daughter!" She remarked.
"Yes, she is. I'm a single parent and I can't imagine a life without her. Anyways, I didn't take you for a jubilant person given your pensive look."
"Well, appearances are deceptive, you know."
And then they indulged in a jovial conversation and for a person looking from outside the window they seemed a perfect couple enjoying a peaceful evening.
"Do you have room for a caramel falafel, Aurélie?"
"Nah.. I'm full."
"Don't hesitate, it's on me."
"No. Seriously, I'm good.'
"So, shall we?"
"Yeah, sure."
They settled the bill and went out. The day was drawing to a close and everyone seemed hurrying home before the rain hit.
"So, here we are. Thank you for a lovely evening."
"You are a great person to have around. By the way, why 221 B Baker Street? Any idea?"
"The cafe has a painful past to tell. The founder of this cafe, when he was a child, was caught by the police and imprisoned for a day for stealing a loaf of bread which he meant to give his starving sister. He was so disheartened that he couldn't appease his sister's hunger. He came out of the prison deciding that he would take things in his hands and reach up to a position where he is well-treated. When he started the cafe after doing every odd jobs, he couldn't think of a better name than this because he was number 221 in the B block of the prison. The current proprietor is the great grandson of the founder."
"Wow! Heart touching indeed! A story of struggle and survival."
A clap of thunder and a bolt of lightning announced the arrival of rain and it was time for them to part ways.
He held her close and brushed her auburn curls off her cheeks. She let her mind float in ecstacy. The balmy wind caressed her and she felt that life had cast a certain chill.
"Our paths will cross again," assured he.
She just nodded and kept her lips sealed.
And then,
A gentle stroke and a tender kiss on the cheek- a perfect way to say goodbye.
-end-
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Utterly Average
I am utterly average,
brown skinned and a wide smile,
I'm a tiny piece of cosmos,
Living as human for a while
I'd hide myself in the background,
and I'm always left on my own
but the most prettiest flowers,
are the ones that grow alone
You think, I don't fear losing people,
and I am good at letting go?,
But all day, I watch dead flowers,
hoping someday they will grow.
~
Utterly Average
I am utterly average,
brown skinned and a wide smile,
I'm a tiny piece of cosmos,
Living as human for a while
I'd hide myself in the background,
and I'm always left on my own
but the most prettiest flowers,
are the ones that grow alone
You think, I don't fear losing people,
and I am good at letting go?,
But all day, I watch dead flowers,
hoping someday they will grow.
~
iwritesometimes 17oct209am#poem #review #Nandinithakar
I wish I would stand
Under a shattered sky
With golden rays
And silver slant
Where there
Would be Silences
Which could
Apprise all the
Secrets
Where there would
Be No expectations
And No explanations
Minds without fear
Hearts without guilt...
I wish I would stand
Under a shattered sky
With golden rays
And silver slant
Where there
Would be Silences
Which could
Apprise all the
Secrets
Where there would
Be No expectations
And No explanations
Minds without fear
Hearts without guilt...
#poem #review #Nandinithakar
Everyone's life is a big puzzle
And we don't know how many pieces we have got
Some pieces fit perfectly
And some may not fit at all
We are constantly adding
The pieces to the puzzle
All the memories , adventures and
The lessons we learn
You can be
A part of someone's puzzle
But never cut off your edges
To fit in their puzzle
Just stay yourself
With what you are
And one day
You'll create a masterpiece
Everyone's life is a big puzzle
And we don't know how many pieces we have got
Some pieces fit perfectly
And some may not fit at all
We are constantly adding
The pieces to the puzzle
All the memories , adventures and
The lessons we learn
You can be
A part of someone's puzzle
But never cut off your edges
To fit in their puzzle
Just stay yourself
With what you are
And one day
You'll create a masterpiece
#poem #review #Nandinithakar
Dear Shadows
You follow me
When I'm in
My own sunshine
And you remind me
How one can
Stick to you
Even at the Times of
Despair and Melancholy
Dear Shadows
You follow me
When I'm in
My own sunshine
And you remind me
How one can
Stick to you
Even at the Times of
Despair and Melancholy
For what you know
For what you know as love
I know it as sorrow
For what you think is Granted
I have to borrow
In the dense darkness of the dawn Or
In the thin hue of grey at night
I see you in hope
I am like a dying fly around the little light
For what you knew as Flower
Even I see it as you
Because I am the one who keeps it every day
Before the grave, for you
You took the peace as if it is granted, the peace which comes after death
I have to search for it every time I think of you
You took the moments of happiness as granted, the happiness when you were alive
I have to borrow it from my memory because I cant live it again with you twice .
I dread a life which I have to live now
Because I know it will not be as we once lived
But I promise to make the best out of it
As you wanted me to live, with kindness in heart and a smile in the face.
#poem #review #abhijit
For what you know as love
I know it as sorrow
For what you think is Granted
I have to borrow
In the dense darkness of the dawn Or
In the thin hue of grey at night
I see you in hope
I am like a dying fly around the little light
For what you knew as Flower
Even I see it as you
Because I am the one who keeps it every day
Before the grave, for you
You took the peace as if it is granted, the peace which comes after death
I have to search for it every time I think of you
You took the moments of happiness as granted, the happiness when you were alive
I have to borrow it from my memory because I cant live it again with you twice .
I dread a life which I have to live now
Because I know it will not be as we once lived
But I promise to make the best out of it
As you wanted me to live, with kindness in heart and a smile in the face.
#poem #review #abhijit
Hey there !
Welcome to the society;
You are allowed
To be yourself,
But no we'll
Judge you at
The same time.
You can follow
Your heart,
But no
We'll criticize
You at the same time.
You can be whatever
You want,
But no we'll
Ask you questions
Like "What will others think ?"
Hope you enjoy
Your stay In this
Society.
#Nandinithakar #review
Welcome to the society;
You are allowed
To be yourself,
But no we'll
Judge you at
The same time.
You can follow
Your heart,
But no
We'll criticize
You at the same time.
You can be whatever
You want,
But no we'll
Ask you questions
Like "What will others think ?"
Hope you enjoy
Your stay In this
Society.
#Nandinithakar #review
#Nandinithakar #review
She is clarity and confusion
Never enough ,
Always too much.
A simple complicated,
Flawless mess.
He is calm and composed
Perfect in more than
Every ways
A fascinating unrelieved,
Happy Soul.
She is clarity and confusion
Never enough ,
Always too much.
A simple complicated,
Flawless mess.
He is calm and composed
Perfect in more than
Every ways
A fascinating unrelieved,
Happy Soul.
Our destinies are another example of magic experiences and stardust.
It already knows what we hold for us in the time running. By being extra gentle and sometimes stubborn. It flies away with love of our lives to only being them back. Giving you extra drops from the ocean of time.
It helps you elope with the memories you hold and realise that what you feel in your body is not just an hormonal sensations but, a extra bunch of cells and memories and a whole new person who loves you to the core and wants time to ponder over the facts and statements given by the famous authors, who were once laughed on.
And then, in the time of separation it holds some magic creations to mark a beautiful day for you both to hold and embrace your body and souls.
And a mysterious set-up to help you reunite after a gleam-less night and them boommm!!
When you meet and look into the eyes of your beholder the time and sounds will stop flowing off from your watch and ears. The day you will feel new and numb, just lost in the glimpse of the girl standing in front and when you get hold of the time and sounds. The time will give again give you extra drop from the ocean of its realm. To again co-create the time you lost.
#review
#subtlestrain
#rant
It already knows what we hold for us in the time running. By being extra gentle and sometimes stubborn. It flies away with love of our lives to only being them back. Giving you extra drops from the ocean of time.
It helps you elope with the memories you hold and realise that what you feel in your body is not just an hormonal sensations but, a extra bunch of cells and memories and a whole new person who loves you to the core and wants time to ponder over the facts and statements given by the famous authors, who were once laughed on.
And then, in the time of separation it holds some magic creations to mark a beautiful day for you both to hold and embrace your body and souls.
And a mysterious set-up to help you reunite after a gleam-less night and them boommm!!
When you meet and look into the eyes of your beholder the time and sounds will stop flowing off from your watch and ears. The day you will feel new and numb, just lost in the glimpse of the girl standing in front and when you get hold of the time and sounds. The time will give again give you extra drop from the ocean of its realm. To again co-create the time you lost.
#review
#subtlestrain
#rant
Our destinies are another example of magic experiences and stardust.
It already knows what we hold for us in the time running. By being extra gentle and sometimes stubborn. It flies away with love of our lives to only being them back. Giving you extra drops from the ocean of time.
It helps you elope with the memories you hold and realise that what you feel in your body is not just an hormonal sensations but, a extra bunch of cells and memories and a whole new person who loves you to the core and wants time to ponder over the facts and statements given by the famous authors, who were once laughed on.
And then, in the time of separation it holds some magic creations to mark a beautiful day for you both to hold and embrace your body and souls.
And a mysterious set-up to help you reunite after a gleam-less night and them boommm!!
When you meet and look into the eyes of your beholder the time and sounds will stop flowing off from your watch and ears. The day you will feel new and numb, just lost in the glimpse of the girl standing in front and when you get hold of the time and sounds. The time will give again give you extra drop from the ocean of its realm. To again co-create the time you lost.
#review #subtlestrain
It already knows what we hold for us in the time running. By being extra gentle and sometimes stubborn. It flies away with love of our lives to only being them back. Giving you extra drops from the ocean of time.
It helps you elope with the memories you hold and realise that what you feel in your body is not just an hormonal sensations but, a extra bunch of cells and memories and a whole new person who loves you to the core and wants time to ponder over the facts and statements given by the famous authors, who were once laughed on.
And then, in the time of separation it holds some magic creations to mark a beautiful day for you both to hold and embrace your body and souls.
And a mysterious set-up to help you reunite after a gleam-less night and them boommm!!
When you meet and look into the eyes of your beholder the time and sounds will stop flowing off from your watch and ears. The day you will feel new and numb, just lost in the glimpse of the girl standing in front and when you get hold of the time and sounds. The time will give again give you extra drop from the ocean of its realm. To again co-create the time you lost.
#review #subtlestrain
Two man both seriously ill and unable to even stand by themselves shared the same hospital room but the one who had a bed near the window was allowed to situp for one hour per day to drain the liquids from his lungs.
They both talked for hours and hours with each other. And when the man near the window had to situp he will describe the other man about what is happening out of the window and the other man will eagerly wait for that time to come everyday but one day he got a thought about why he didn't got the opportunity to see the outside world like he used to do before and why only his roommate got the opportunity.
Days passed and suddenly at one night the man who occupied the bed near the window started choking he was helpless and the other man who could have informed the hospital staff about his roommates situation didn't moved and watched him die silently. And then the other man asked the staff if he could now occupy the bed near the window they agreed and gave him that bed and when he slowly tried to wake up he saw a blank wall in front of him.
#kbc #review
They both talked for hours and hours with each other. And when the man near the window had to situp he will describe the other man about what is happening out of the window and the other man will eagerly wait for that time to come everyday but one day he got a thought about why he didn't got the opportunity to see the outside world like he used to do before and why only his roommate got the opportunity.
Days passed and suddenly at one night the man who occupied the bed near the window started choking he was helpless and the other man who could have informed the hospital staff about his roommates situation didn't moved and watched him die silently. And then the other man asked the staff if he could now occupy the bed near the window they agreed and gave him that bed and when he slowly tried to wake up he saw a blank wall in front of him.
#kbc #review
7 AM in the morning, Arav worked hard all night and atlast he completed his working prototype
It's plain, simple as it can get, did you even tried? Huh - asked Arav's boss
Yes sir! I tried really hard on it you see here......- said Arav
What kind of dumb person would pay for something like this.is this the quality we produce, there is no creativity you just copied something came out of a cartoon - boss shouted
Ummm - before Arav could say something
Useless, Utter rubbish, junk
Get out of my face right now - boss barked at top of his lungs
My pills where are they - boss said grumpily
Sir please listen - Arav pleaded
I said get out - boss shouted as he throws the prototype on Arav's face
1 WEEK LATER
Police could'nt find him? Still? - said an employee
Yup! Still no clue, where could have he gone, leaving his wife behind - said another employee
Depression? He was in too much stress, mostly because of that rage filled boss.
Yeah right, he is making things difficult for everyone but i thought he was taking medicine for that - another employee
It's that bad? New employee in amaze
Everyone go back to work, break is over. We need to complete all new designs for the knives before the due date. No slacking off.
#Einstestine #review #shortstory
It's plain, simple as it can get, did you even tried? Huh - asked Arav's boss
Yes sir! I tried really hard on it you see here......- said Arav
What kind of dumb person would pay for something like this.is this the quality we produce, there is no creativity you just copied something came out of a cartoon - boss shouted
Ummm - before Arav could say something
Useless, Utter rubbish, junk
Get out of my face right now - boss barked at top of his lungs
My pills where are they - boss said grumpily
Sir please listen - Arav pleaded
I said get out - boss shouted as he throws the prototype on Arav's face
1 WEEK LATER
Police could'nt find him? Still? - said an employee
Yup! Still no clue, where could have he gone, leaving his wife behind - said another employee
Depression? He was in too much stress, mostly because of that rage filled boss.
Yeah right, he is making things difficult for everyone but i thought he was taking medicine for that - another employee
It's that bad? New employee in amaze
Everyone go back to work, break is over. We need to complete all new designs for the knives before the due date. No slacking off.
#Einstestine #review #shortstory
" LOST"
7 AM in the morning, Arav worked hard all night and atlast he completed his working prototype.
It's plain, simple as it can get, did you even tried? Huh - asked Arav's boss
Yes sir! I tried really hard on it you see here......- said Arav
What kind of dumb person would pay for something like this? Is this the quality we produce, there is no creativity you just copied something came out of a cartoon - boss shouted
Ummm.. - before Arav could say something
Useless, Utter rubbish, junk
Get out of my face right now - boss barked at top of his lungs
My pills where are they - boss said grumpily
Sir please listen - Arav pleaded
I said get out - boss shouted as he throws the prototype on Arav's face
1 WEEK LATER
Police could'nt find him? Still? - said an employee
Yup! Still no clue, where could have he gone, leaving his wife behind - said another employee
Depression? He was in too much stress, mostly because of that rage filled boss.
Yeah right, he is making things difficult for everyone but i thought he was taking medicine for that - another employee
It's that bad? New employee in amaze
Everyone go back to work, break is over. We need to complete all new designs for the knives before the due date. No slacking off
#review #shortstory
#Einstestine
7 AM in the morning, Arav worked hard all night and atlast he completed his working prototype.
It's plain, simple as it can get, did you even tried? Huh - asked Arav's boss
Yes sir! I tried really hard on it you see here......- said Arav
What kind of dumb person would pay for something like this? Is this the quality we produce, there is no creativity you just copied something came out of a cartoon - boss shouted
Ummm.. - before Arav could say something
Useless, Utter rubbish, junk
Get out of my face right now - boss barked at top of his lungs
My pills where are they - boss said grumpily
Sir please listen - Arav pleaded
I said get out - boss shouted as he throws the prototype on Arav's face
1 WEEK LATER
Police could'nt find him? Still? - said an employee
Yup! Still no clue, where could have he gone, leaving his wife behind - said another employee
Depression? He was in too much stress, mostly because of that rage filled boss.
Yeah right, he is making things difficult for everyone but i thought he was taking medicine for that - another employee
It's that bad? New employee in amaze
Everyone go back to work, break is over. We need to complete all new designs for the knives before the due date. No slacking off
#review #shortstory
#Einstestine
There he was standing in front of a mirror with a strange thought in his mind while watching himself in the mirror he believed that he was watching a stupid person in the mirror who was seeking for motivation to do work but failing each time he tried.
He was tired of seeking motivation from you tube videos and other social media sites. He was charged up many times by watching those videos which would soon be drained like the battery of a mobile phone.
He had been thinking from past few days of why he wasn't able to do the right thing while he knew what is the right thing to do ,he had been thinking why he had to seek motivation from others to do a thing which he knew he has to do.
Then it struck him that he had been always wrong to even try and look answer from others of why he had to do the thing which he was supposed to do. It struck him that he had always knew the answer of that question all along but wasn't smart enough to accept that answer, but the past was past and now he began his journey to become a person he always had dreamt of becoming.
#kbc #review
He was tired of seeking motivation from you tube videos and other social media sites. He was charged up many times by watching those videos which would soon be drained like the battery of a mobile phone.
He had been thinking from past few days of why he wasn't able to do the right thing while he knew what is the right thing to do ,he had been thinking why he had to seek motivation from others to do a thing which he knew he has to do.
Then it struck him that he had been always wrong to even try and look answer from others of why he had to do the thing which he was supposed to do. It struck him that he had always knew the answer of that question all along but wasn't smart enough to accept that answer, but the past was past and now he began his journey to become a person he always had dreamt of becoming.
#kbc #review