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I stood there in disguise. A painting was hung on the wooden board infront of me.I never understood art, in my denial,I would say that I was a commerce student. A guy in a white coat walked up to me,I trembled.He put his glasses in his right,his left was on my shoulder.I was mentally prepared to hear the loss.

We were all laughs hours ago. Who would’ve imagined the devastation that followed? I escaped with minor injuries,she must have got the major ones.I never understood science either. All these white people around me,”Are you,God?” If you’re anything close,please don’t let her die,I thought to myself.

If there was anyone I looked upto after mom,it was my sister. Sisters’ are annoying.She always fought with me,bossed over me,was the intelligent one, was the favorite child and what not. But right now, she is battling for life. As the minutes’ pass,I wait outside. Memories flash all over my mind. All the good times we’ve shared.She had my back at all the times, helped me out of situations, kicked my ass when I did something stupid. She was the coolest sister ever.Now she was struggling to survive.I couldnot imagine what life would’ve been without my guardian angel,partner in crime,my soul sister.That pale skinny man in a white coat just uttered the most delighted news ever,”You’re fortunate. Her injuries aren’t that serious.” I shot up a small prayer but thanked the ‘God’ infront of me more. I was allowed to see her after a few hours.I informed my parents after I spoke to the doctor.I will never forget the look on my father’s face that day. If something unfortunate had happened to my sister, he would’ve shot me dead. My grandfather’s most admired belonging, a gun hung up on the wall would have been put to use.After I had been allowed to see my sister who just escaped death, I smiled right away. While she rebuked,”Now, don’t blame the dog for crossing your path.”

Dear lost person,

Dear lost person,

It is 3 am and I can listen the rain falling outside, as I lie on my bed unable to sleep.But,for now this is a familiar moment for me,for I have all my views to myself.It is one of those few moments,when I am totally truthful to myself,in the manner I think. And,I am thinking of you.

It’s been 3 months since we last spoke.And time passed by,as our lives passed by.And, in this transient motion of my life, most of the days are flawlessly balanced. Best,even.But,every once in a couple of months, comes a day which is not so balanced and not so normal.It is that day when I miss you.Or maybe just,I miss what we had or what we used to be.It is one of those times when I discern that I don’t know you anymore, but I still love you.

Today,is just that day.Possibly, some years down the line,we will run into each other in a cafe or some other public places and things will be contrasting then. Possibly,that’s what future holds for us. Possibly,not. 3 am and loneliness isn’t a very good mixture.

You undervalue the power of fate, as you makeup pictures in your mind.It is a moment of chance,but I always realise the next day, there is no chance.We can never be.It was just my mind dreaming things, assuming scenes.

To provide someone a spark of hope, of something they want the most in their life; Only to take it away, is dreaming of nightmares.

Being soft at heart, I used to feel ‘special’, that every once in a sec, I get to talk to you and spend some moments with you,even if it is just in my mind. But,with the time I have realised,it’s not special at all.It’s heartbreaking.

There is no writings in sadness. If you see writings in sadness, my friend,you are new to heartbreak.

At most,writing your heartout is just an escape from sadness. And,I have escaped from this sadness,temporarily. For it is 6 am now, the rain has stopped and I have done writing this.I have a long day ahead to survive,and optimistically, to live. I hope you are happy living your life without me.

Still at war with myself,

The one who fell for you.

Dear Feburary,

Dear feburary,

You evoke the memories of that person in me who is often a little to buoyant in life. I mean you just figured out how your elder brother January is not following the tag of being an excellent start to the ‘excellent year’.The New Year commitments are already quivering in low assurance and the fiddle-footed zeal around this,’New Year’ is also plummeting a bit.

People call you the month of love.Maybe that’s the reason why you are shortest of them all.You give fallacious desires to romantics with no rope to hold on.Feelings that are expressed this month are simply believable when said sometime midmonth.On the other hand, when the same feelings are expressed or words are said in any other month,they are subject to undue uncertainity.

You revive the scars of the past and sow a seed of comparison every year.The warmest hug and the hardest goodbye all come alive before bedtime and make sleeping onerous for alot of us.You are basically a saturday morning that vowed a splendid breakfast feast but in actual,you just came with a mortal hangover and deep regrets.

Howbeit,you are the shortest month of the year,sometimes you seem the longest.

PS: Love shouldnot be limited to 28 days. So get over yourself.


A cheerless yet cheerful romantic.


Maybe we’ll meet again,when we are slightly older and our mind less hectic,and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me.

But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.

….the light was all that I could think about and the white was all that I could fantasize about….

I attempt to make my mind independent of abhorrent notions, but there is always one reoccuring obstinate thought which is impossible to get out of the system.

On a very chilly winter morning, when sun and moon were seen together in the unadorned white sky, I couldnot help but just appreciate the white light,produced by the union of seven colors of the spectrum. At that initiate point,a notion in me took a birth again,to blend all my sentiments.

The light was all that I could think about and the white was all that I could fantasize about. So, I completely smashed my internal fences and permitted all the sentiments to converge into a sole body.

The hotheaded measures had grooved the inner world with the outer world. Happiness, sadness, agony, disgust and, surprise were all one now.I felt calm.I felt intact.I felt invincible.I felt indestructible.I was God.My notions spoke louder than my voice ever could or did.

They say everything come at a price. The byproduct of this overhastiness was afar anything, I could’ve visualized. The daydreams and nightmares had also merged to become one. I could neither cry nor smile.I was made conscious of my deadly restrictions,the hard way.I wish I could wipe out my sins but no Ganges could transform this sinner into saint.

My body couldnot cease quivering and my mouth couldnot cease moaning,the same set of words time and again. ‘What have I done?,What have I done?’ I perceived a voice coming from within,”Don’t fret,you are going to regret this”,said regret.

….a dozen of different things you did with me…

Dear 2017,

I know it’s too late and we will never see each other again,but I wish I could.You are gone and I somehow manged to bid you a warm goodbye.

Let’s have few settled words for you. I will regard you ‘unrivalled’ year if I have to trace you in a word. Unusal lines on your forehead are decent,others are saying you are bad,worst same as your elser sister 2016;but,I would say you were the finest year of my 18 years life.

You presented me to a huge group of homo sapiens who are insanely admirable and mentally challenged, let’s call them friends.These people helped me to sustain during the heavy lectures of electronics and magnetism with their mortal working processes.It still retains in my mind,when I was in starting days of your’s,most likely 21st January.And the following day,I had my terminal exam and what was I doing? Finished,better to say dissipated 6 hours for watching movies,uff!! You werenot like previous reflecting years.

A dozen of different things,you did with me.Some moments, memories, some nightmares and few buried somewhere. ‘It’s not always healthy to be healthy in this sick world.’ And I recompensed it. Being happy and kind is highly characterized as a portent of being fake.Now, the only thing that matters to me is me,my life,my family and few friends. That’s it.To mention not,’I’m not a common smorgasbord,saying;’See,I am free-C’mon have me.’ That’s right,’People make mistakes during learning and so did I’.You gave me life lessons,taught me many things and I made many mistakes. As you are gone now,I thank you for all the things you did to me and ask my humble apology for all the blunders that I made.And rarely, if you hurt me,knowingly or unknowingly, then I PARDON YOU!

While going through this note,you must be thinking that something is missing, a huge portion of you is not here.Well,let that missing part,keep it missing somewhere.’Never share your secrets to everyone.Those are the wound,don’t manifest them to all.If you are showing them, someone will come to know about your weaker side,’one of the biggest lessons,that you taught me.

Words will never end, feelings will never fade but the time has gone, you are gone and I donot want to make this emotional.Never turn back.

Good bye,                                                 Best regards & love from me!             PeaceÔŁĄ

PS-Happy New Year 2018 to all the amazing souls out there.May this year help you all to find your real worth and have a prosperous life ahead.

You,an optimist.Me,a pessimist.

You, an optimist. Me, a pessimist.         You see life as an ocean that is huge,pristenly pure and perfect’ attitude,while I look at the ocean and wonder,why isn’t this huge enough to drown my existence.

You ask me to read novels and book holding the meaning of esscence of life but I say these pen-paper stories are written by the same people completely unknown about their esscence of life.

You ask me to love everything,get familiar with people and exchange feelings.I tell you,one day all of the love and feelings will die and be evolved into meaninglessness.

You see the cup half filled with water is useful than half empty but I say the half filled cup of water had no any value cause’ it can never quench your thirst if you’re profoundly thirsty.

You tell me that joy is true and virtue resides within all of us.I tell you that sadness is also equally true,and a void is present in all of us.

On somedays,you feel mentally exhausted and go to sleep wishing tomorrow to be the best.But everynight,I sleep with the desire of no tomorrow and wake up to live a disappointing nightmare.

You endeavour to satisfy me by mentioning everything will get better with time,but I say you’ve failed to understand that some problems can never be solved especially when time is the biggest problem of them all.

You tell me that I am your northern star guiding your way through everything and clear your dilemma. I tell you that you are my moon, overturning brightness to my notion and break my unilluminated paths.

You start to recapitulatize our wedding promises,…..’I take you as my wife and will share your life in sickness,healthy,better,worse,richer and porer situations….’ I join “I’ll hold your hand until we are separated by death.”