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Tranquil

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I write when I feel like. Easygoing to the point of being lazy
June 15, 2019
 

My Dear Niece,

You will turn 7 months old, 3 days from now. You are still many years away from reading this, but I will address this to you anyway, with the hope that the day when you read this, you'd realise how I felt today.

With you being in a different city for the initial 6 months with mommy and maternal grandparents, I made it a point to visit you atleast twice a month. But with you coming back to your home, and closer to where I live, strangely enough, I've not had the opportunity to meet you, in the last 3 weeks that you've been here.

I was excited to come see you, take you in my arms, play with you and see you smile, nestle your head on my shoulder and listen intently to the son...

SLAPPIN' THE BASE
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March 21, 2019
 

Love and Marriage (Letter 1)

Love - An emotion that forms the basis of some of the most precious human bonds. An emotion that a mother feels for her child, a son feels for his mother, a brother feels for his sister, a friend feela for his friend, and the one a lover feels for his love. I'll speak about the last one today.

It's a complex emotion, and one that feels like an Onion. Yes, an Onion. There are many layers. And Love is one huge onion.

I first felt Love when I saw a fellow classmate back when I was all of 14 or 15. She was short, curly haired, big beautiful eyed, and had a heartwarming smile. I had heard the word 'Crush' back then and I believed what I felt back then was probably...

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March 15, 2019
 

I see people, chasing their dreams, following their passion, courageously facing the struggles that come with venturing out into an unknown, unconventional territory, and I can't help but admire them, and be in awe. Now I know some of my friends and acquaintances who have refused to settle for the 'safe and conventional' career choices and are doing what they love to do. And all I see are how happy they are, albeit all the hardships they face. A couple of them are musicians, carving their way into the big league, with small, baby steps, some of them have taken up modelling as a career and their transformations are nothing short of Inspiring.

It's good to see that the conventional idea of a ...

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November 20, 2018
 

The last letter I wrote was on June 20, 2015. It was back when I used to use a different phone. A lot has changed in the past 3 years. I had completely forgotten about this app. It was only yesterday, when my sister sent me one of her letters to read on whatsapp that I was reminded of the time when I used to use this. I managed to login with my earlier account and was a bit nostalgic reading all my previous letters. It felt good.
I think I'll be back to writing now, more often, of things that play on my mind, of that which is happening or which happened during this time that I've been away.

RBE

TEA TIME!
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November 24, 2018
 

I held my baby niece in my hands today. She is 6 days old. What I felt holding that bundle of God's miracle in my hands is something that I'll probably struggle putting in words. But I'll try anyway.

She is tiny and weighs only 2.5 kgs. She has a lot of silky soft hair on her head. So much so that it has already grown long beyond the back of her head. She hardly ever opens her eyes, but when she does, she does so, only momentarily and in that moment I could see how beautiful her eyes were. She has a tiny butter smooth nose and a cute little mouth which curves into a smile often when she is asleep. Her tiny little fingers on my big, rough palms makes my insides melt faster than ice on a hot p...

GOWTHAM GOSALA
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June 12, 2015
 

If I were to ask the question to you, 'What would you rather do;something that you are good at or something that you are best at?' you'd reply the latter without much thought, isn't it?  A clear question is easier to answer anyway. But what if you don't know that one thing you are best at?

When I think of it now, it has been happening with me since a long time now. And I am sure its the same case with many of you out there.

There are many in the world who are born focused. They know what to do with their life. As they grow up, they have plans in place to reach their ultimate goal. But this lettr is not about them. It is about people like me, who are good at whatever they do, give their best...

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March 4, 2015
 

Dear Reader,
The last lettr I wrote was on January 30, 2015.
The last time I thought of writing something was just yesterday. I haven't been able to put my thoughts to paper...(or in this case, digital text) of late.
Most of it has to do with me not having to say anything new or interesting and the other more significant reason could be my laziness.
Work keeps me occupied, I chat a lot with my friends on whatsapp amd facebook, often leaving no time for me to talk with myself.

Most of what I write, comes out of my conversations with me...of when I pull myself away from the chaos around and retract into a silent shell where there is just me and my thoughts...

Such moments have become a rar...

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January 30, 2015
 

It was to be their last meeting.

Despite all that he did, despite everything she tried, she eventually chose her family.

He accepted it...with a heavy heart.

She had agreed to meet him, one last time, at the same restaurant where they had been for their first date.

He reached the place earlier, as always and waited at the entrance.

Moments later, an autorickshaw stopped a few feet away from where he stood.

It was her.

His heart skipped a beat as always. Nothing had changed. Or had it?

He put on a gallant smile as she walked up to him. She returned the smile and silence passed between them.

Once inside the restaurant, he chivalrously pulled the chair for her.

She sat on it gingerly....

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January 15, 2015
 

Some dreams become reality
Some dreams fall by the way
And yet i dont stop dreaming
Some new dreams everyday

Rohit

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January 13, 2015
 

A colleague resigned today. He was perhaps the most important guy in the office. A one man army, he is like one of the pillars on which the organization stands. Well, that doesn't talk very highly about the organization, but we are small...just 12 of us...now it would soon be 11.

He, who resigned today, was my mentor since the time I joined the organization two years back. I have learnt so much from him that he himself doesn't know how much he has contributed to my growth as a professional. Extremely creative and irregular, I could identify with him in many ways. Our creative side and our love for music were probably the two most common points. I will miss him a lot.

Now what it means for ...

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December 18, 2014
 

My Love Affair

Don't remember when it started...

But its been as long as I can remember...
Me and her...

And over the years...our bond has only grown stronger...

Blind trust...yes..the two words sum up our equation...

Though its by our souls that we are connected, its her body that attracts me the most...

And she knows this too...

The clean, smooth lines...the warmth she exudes at the height of our passionate encounters at night...and the occassional escapedes anytime during the day...

The way she looks so disarmingly unkempt on the morning after...

I never just feel like leaving her side...
And though i treat her with all the love and respect she deserves....

She often lets me have...

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December 16, 2014
 

2014 - The most difficult year of my life yet.

Dear Reader,
As a youngster, well ok, as an adult, I never celebrated a New Years' eve. Not because I didn't want to, but because I never took the initiative. And on top of it, I have friends who are equally lazy. So inadvertently, I'd end up being at home, with my parents, watching TV and later on, looking outside the window as the fireworks lit up the sky as the clock struck 12. Last year was only different by the fact that I was at my native place in Kerala, in a remote village, nestled in a forest and i sure could not hear a single firecracker for miles. So last year was probably the most Silent New Year I had. But what I wish to write is no...

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December 15, 2014
 

Know not what
i think its her smile
Which graces her lips
Every once in a while

Know not what
It might be her hair
Black night as a backdrop
For a lovely face fair

Know not what
It might be her eyes
Lined with kohl
It draws from me sighs

Know not what
Is it the way she talks
Lighting up every heart
Wherever she walks

Know not what
Is it the way she frowns
The deep sea of her eyes
In which one drowns

Know not what
Is it the way she cares
For the ones she loves
She lays her heart bare

Know not what
Isnt she darling of a kind
The likes of which
Might be difficult to find

- Rohit Bhasy

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December 15, 2014
 

Had written this poem for my sister for her wedding. We eventually got it printed on the wedding invitation cards...that was my gift to her..

A soft breeze blew
Fragrance wafted through the air
Our sweet little princess
Found a prince fair

The wedding bells ring
And its time to rejoice
For its a union of two souls
Come together by choice

They seek your blessings
For a happy married life
When our sweet little princess
Will be her prince's wife

We invite u cordially
For a very special day
The memories of which
Will forever stay.....

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December 15, 2014
 

She was never alone....
And yet she was...
There were people around her...
The ones who loved her....the ones who cared....

But she was alone....

Happy when a child
She grew up with a pain inside
Something they could never understand
A pain she never talked about...

It was weighing in on her....
With each passing day....
She'd cry behind closed doors...
She'd cry when they all slept...

She had to let it out....
So she began writing poems...
About things she could never say...
Of things that clouded her mind...

Her thoughts were such...
Her words so profound...
It was hard to believe
She was just seventeen...

And yet there seemed no end...
To her ever growing misery...
The loved ones di...

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December 15, 2014
 

He had to escape...
He had to break free...
Any further delay, meant that he'd be stuck, and slide deeper into the quicksand of time he found himself in.

He took out his motorbike...
The Royal Enfield, he had bought by painstakingly saving up money over the years....He had got it painted green...and an R painted in white on the fuel tank...

With a rucksack filled with some clothes, a bottle of water,  and some cash, he wheeled his bike out of the garage carefully onto the street outside his house as noiselessly he could...

He wore the brown leather jacket he had bought a few years back. He remembered how his Dad didn't approve of him buying the expensive jacket...
Wearing the helmet....he...

THE BICYCLE STAMP
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December 15, 2014
 

He saw her for the first time....
On a cold winter morning....
She stood right across the road at the bus stop
A pink wollen jacket and a pair of blue jeans...
Her hair flowed down neatly from the red skull cap covering her head...
She rubbed both her palms...brought them closer to her mouth and blowed into them, a warm gust of air...and wrapped her arms around herself...
Her cheeks glowed pink as warmth spread across her innocent face...
She squinted her eyes...blinked, let out a lazy yawn...

Their eyes met...

He felt warm...and it seemed to come from somwhere behind his left chest....
The warmth spread across his cheeks and to his whole body....

He quickly looked away...lest she caught h...

LOVE
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December 12, 2014
 

I'll tell you a terrible story...
In verses four lines each...
But don't go looking for rhyming words...
Because there ain't any...

So now...

Beautiful though she was...
Her insides were empty...
Yes...top and the bottom
I mean the brain and the heart...

She had this weird habit...
She'd play with men's hearts...
She didn't have one herself....
That explains the games...

Countless hearts lay broken...
On the paths trodden by her....
Grieving men lay angry and hurt...
But she didn't really care...

Heartless though she was...
She was terrified of being shamed...
When she was caught red handed
Two timing, three timing...multi timing...

But she escaped unhurt each time...
Mindblowing recove...

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December 12, 2014
 

He believed in love...

thats until she came....

and left...

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December 11, 2014
 

It feels good when people are nice to you without any personal agenda of their own.
Found one such friend today.
She was a batchmate back in school, but we never interacted back then.
But now, thanks to social networking, we have become a two member mutual admiration society of sorts.

How the times have changed...amusing!

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December 11, 2014
 

To think of it...she'd have spent less than half of her life with us...and yet...when she moved to her new home, and took up new roles and responsibilities...I couldn't help but wonder what a  big part of our lives was moving away from us.
Shruti, my sister got married yesterday. A favourite with kids, she'd spread smiles and love at will...quite an extrovert and easily amiable, she is my opposite when it comes to our personalities.
We shared a bedroom at home. Two single beds...one her, the other mine...her wardrobe was smaller than mine...she was a friend, my advocate (taking my side against my parents 😜), my chef ( for when i came home late and needed that special something to spice up an ...

LETTRS FUCHSIA
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December 11, 2014
 

I love her. He knows that. He knows how much i miss being with her. How her smooth body waits for me to caress her. Together we make a great pair.
I hate the fact that i hav to depend on him to meet her. Its unfair...
How many times has he just brought us within touching distance, just to separate us to our utter dimay and anger. How i hate him for that...why cant he just let me see her everyday, every hour, every minute of the day...well..maybe thats asking for too much...but why cant he let us meet more often?

Its been some months since i met her. I know she isnt happy about it too. It has become a long distance relationship as a matter of fact. However, it pains to know that we are so clo...

LOVE
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December 11, 2014
 

He hadn't lost hope...

She had....

He waited for her still...

She didn't....

He hadn't moved on...

She had...

Had they been together....

It'd have been their third anniversary of togetherness....

He wanted to dial her number once again today...

He wished she hadn't blocked him on the chat application...

He remembered her today...

But...

Just one question clouded his eagerness to call her...

Was she thinking of him too?

He wasn't sure...

She hadn't called in weeks anyway...

Closing his eyes, wincing in pain of the memory....

He pushed his phone away....

Thats' another anniversary....

Without her....

- Rohit

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December 11, 2014
 

He had two choices...

Left and Right....

To the left was his past...

The things he left behind by choice....and those which he didn't....

Memories that gave him pain....and those which made him happy once upon a time....

People who left his side when he thought they wouldn't....and those which meant no harm, and yet drifted away with time...

Opportunities lost, regrets, the could haves, the could have beens, the what ifs et all....

And then there was right....

The things he knew were the right things to do...the right choices...

The people who loved him...

The places that he could go, if he put in that extra effort...

Peace, victory, love, success, et all...

He looked to the left ...

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December 11, 2014
 

Standing in front of the window of the toy store...

The street urchin looked inside with stars in his eyes.

The toy Santaclaus caught his eye...

Round red cheeks, white cotton beard, portly belly, the laugh on his face...made him smile...he felt happy.

The ragged clothes he wore screamed about his wishes remaining unfulfilled...

A girl as young as him...walked in with her parents...she pointed at the santaclaus...the store owner promptly picked it up and packed it for her...

Filled with glee, she walked out happy...

He quietly walked away, his heart heavy, his eyes teary....

He slept under the bridge on a bench, mosqitoes keeping him company...

He woke up next day to the laughing toy...

THE SANTA STAMP
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December 11, 2014
 

He didn't know if it was love....

But his heartbeats would go crazy each time he'd see her....

She didn't know what it was....

But she'd blush each time she saw him...butterflies in her stomach....

Confused though he was, he'd feel a burst of jealous anger when other boys in the class talked to her...

She wasn't sure if he felt the same way as she did....but she did notice the crease on his forehead....a frown on his face when a male friend talked to her that day....

He slept lesser at night....she'd frequent his dreams....he'd twist and turn trying to shake her off his mind....

She'd often be caught daydreaming by her friends....lost in her thoughts...

He made up his mind....

He had...

LOVE IN YOUR EYES
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December 1, 2014
 

His love for her was such....
He'd see her everywhere

He booked a table for two
at the posh new restaurant

Candle-light dinner it was...

He ordered for two of everything
for each one of them...

He joked. he laughed,he smiled...

oblivious to the shocked stares of the patrons and the waiters...

who saw a man...laughing alone...

The plate full of food in front of him

remained untouched....

somewhere in the heavens above

she cried....

and it rained...

he walked out into the rain...

and joined in her tears....

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November 25, 2014
 

Just when I think I shouldnt do something for the fear of failing at it...

my mom smiles and encourages me to give it a shot no matter what

the reassurance that she is there with me holding my back, is all the courage i need to take the plunge...

mom...what could have i done without you...

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November 13, 2014
 

Life gives you reasons to smile and be happy.
It gives you reasons to be upset, irritated and sad.
Some lows tend to drag on for a while like its never going to end...it snowballs...and you can do nothing but wait...wait for the storm to pass...
Happiness on the other hand, seems reasonably short-lived...a burst of colours, of smiling faces, of success, togetherness et all.

Sometimes though, the high and the low phases coincide. And thats when you realize the power of happiness. It feels like the lows don't matter as long as I have that one high...that moment compensates for all the low periods that manifests itself in our lives. It gives us the strength to face the tough times courageously,...

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