Him: You're still awake?
Me: hmm yeah!
Him: What's troubling your mind?
Me: New issue demands my attention
Him: Don't overthink. It will be okay.
Me: Doesn't look like it. I have to find some way out.
Him: Why do you have to bother about it when the issue doesn't concern you?
Me: It does. In some way, it does.
Him: Okay. I know you've not had your dinner. Eat something and then hit the bed. Don't overthink.
Me: Thanks. May I ask why you like me so much?
Him: I like so much for the same reason why most people dislike you.
Me: then you must be mad, right?
Him: No. They're not intelligent like me to unmask you.
Me: Now don't blow your own trumpet please lol
Him: You stop over think...
" Don't you feel the need to be loved?" asked one of my friends during our conversation about career and future plans. I said.. No.. I don't. She laughed. " I don't believe you. I think you're pretending. To be very frank, you'll be feeling the need to be loved more than anyone else does because you've always been alone. I don't believe you. You're lying" She said. I smiled.
" You have answered your question yourself. The very reason I don't really feel the need to be loved is because I've always been alone. I've gone so used to it. There are times when I feel I need a shoulder to lay my heavy head upon but that feeling doesn't last for more than an hour. Once I regain my balance, I am fine....
Him: What child.. I thought you died at workplace. You're still alive?
Me: Oh.. I'm half dead. Will be reaching dad's place very soon.
Him: I'm sure your dad is waiting for you to join him in hell.
Me: I'll kill you. My dad is in heaven.
Him ( blushing): How do you know? Dead men tell no tales.
Me: Shut up and get lost.
Him: Okay I'll get lost. You must be damn hungry. You didn't even turn up for lunch. I'll bring something for you.
Me: hmm not really hungry but if you wish to bring something, I don't say NO.
Him: Drama queen.
Me ( blushing): I know I am.
Him: this is why I told you that you're dad will be waiting for you to join him in hell.
Me: Now I'm serious. I don't want anyth...
As I was stuffing cutlets in my mouth yesterday afternoon, uncle said.. " I think it's time you learn to cook properly." I was quick to reply.. " I learnt it already. Just that it doesn't taste good sometimes." Lol. He started his lecture then.. " Listen. It's not that I cannot afford to cook for you. I can do it till I reach my grave. That isn't the matter. It's high time you learn to cook. You'll be finishing your doctoral studies in the next two years. I'm thinking of getting you married."
This was something I never wanted to hear. I began to cough the cutlets out of my mouth. I asked him.. " To whom?" He stared at me. " To some man who has the ability to tighten the screws in your head" ...
Never consider yourself to be someone who is not different. Stand out and shine. You will come to know that you're different and where you fit in.
I was out of slumber yet lazy to get out of bed. I picked up my phone and rang him up. " Good morning. I'm still alive. I managed to wake up to see another day. What are you upto?" I asked.
" You know it. I'm sitting with my morning coffee and newspaper. Get out of bed. Get ready and leave for work. Don't be lethargic. But how is that you're up so early?" He asked.
" I don't know. Yeah I'm up so early. I think that female who had come to your house yesterday was hugging you a bit too much. I noticed it. Stay away from that fat woman" I said in a serious tone. He laughed his coffee out of his mouth I suppose. He sounded like that.
" You little wretch. I wish my wife was atleast a litt...
The clouds Were bowed down from heaven
Burning the daylights rage,
Into a storm of bluish grey, motives of a heavy heart.
Crawling in the memory it plays.
The fascinating sky of bluish grey backdrop,envied its charm,as I sensed of my phone vibrating a call, A call from an unknown contact.
Not knowing of who the person might be,I answered.
It was an hello from the other side,A voice heard after 6 long months, the little world of clouds across silver moon drifted apart,and the call was disconnected due to poor connection
Conversation happened after 6 Long months,
Heard your voice for 6 seconds
Memories of inky nights,filled with snow,reflected for almost 60 times
And felt better for 6...
He: Hy, will call you later right now bit busy!
She: Ok.bye ,take care (feeling sad).
After one minute he called her again.
He: hello! Are you ok?
She: Yah. No problem at all. Why you called me you were busy isn't.
He: Yah i was but just thought you might be feeling bad cause i didn't talk to you. That's why i called you. Are you ok? Angry?
Don't you ever join the crowd,
When you're all by yourself, your heart will feel proud.
WTD: LEADER VS WINNER
When I thought about these two words together, I found that they describe almost opposing traits.
A leader is the social one. Leaders can work with any team of people and make it work. They stand firm with their group. After all, you can't be a leader when you're alone.
A winner on the other hand, is the best out of the bunch. They overcame every person in between them and the prize title of being "the best".
And once there, all those who were tossed out of the way, or left alone aren't going to be winners too. There can only be one winner after all.
•Leader - sociable, team player
•Winner - gets to be alone at the top.
Glowing... suspended in mid air
like those hovering lights on your fleeting screen
Set with a single care-
too far to be seen, but still blinking.
I now know you're here
but again, you disappeared.
Dear 'A', this one is dedicated to you as it was inspired by the conversation we had 5 minutes before I started writing this letter.
Does it ever occur to you that conversations have a strange sense of memory? I mean, think of everything about a person whose absence has seemingly threatened to kill you and tell me about the first thing that you remember about them. You remember their physical features. But what hurts you more than remembering how they used to steal dreamy glances at your gleeful self are the conversations that you now make little sense of.
The senseless conversations that began with the story of that old lady screaming at you for a reason you could not remember and ended ...
A smile promised to a broken heart,
"I will help in hiding your pain".
Tears laughed silently..
Ruined the promise in dark..
We sat down and talked over tea.
You never liked tea.
I never liked talking.
Their laughter seared into her heart. Yet again she was ridiculed and made fun of. She felt her veins tighten with embarrassment and insult. Slowly she got up and started off towards the door. The air around her was burning with determination and heart knocked hard against the ribs as if to get out and chase the dreams.
She closed her eyes and a quick smile flashed across her face. And she knew she was different.
Fighting the world isn't hard, it doesn't matter who says what, who thinks what, but fighting people you love drains your strength. Its hard to fight, its hard to hold on to your beliefs when those who loves you think you're insane. Different is insane right?
In this world they don't talk about right and wrong, truth and lies, justice and injustice.
They talk about adjusting, compromising, following, whats normals whats usual.
Sometimes i think i should speak less, i shouldn't speak at all may be.
That's how you accept everything right?
Don’t speak just do what you're told.
They will be so pleased for that.
Or Maybe not. Because its never enough.
Different is lonely and it makes me...
M: "Can you feel again?"
H: "I don't know. It is my job."
M: "Promise me you'll try and not give up."
M: "I won't tell you I told you so. I just wish you could think and care about yourself as much as you do for others."
H: "But I do. It's my job to care, to feel, to spread joy and love and doing that makes me happy...and sad."
M: "I always admire your courage, your enthusiasm....but I worry about you. I can't see you broken."
H: "Don't worry, it's what I signed up for, isn't it?"
M for the mind.
H for the heart.
"Do you think it will work?"
"You keep your connections in check and I will take care of my if-conditions! ;)"
When Electronics got to know how Computer Science works. <3
You love reading.
And it was beyond your understanding how a person couldn't find friends in the silent pages of a book.
You love pizza.
And again it was beyond your understanding how anyone could not like pizza.
When we come across people who are very different than us, we often question their existence. We call them weird.
And sometimes we fall in love with the same weirdos.
The simplicity of it all, accepting people for who they are,
suddenly strikes us.
And it's all beautiful, how love opens your mind to different possibilities....consciously or subconsciously.