|A conversation as interesting as watching an elephant ride a unicycle is my fuel on a daily basis.|
Ariel always had a thing for Josebo. Every Friday night when she went to her favourite pub, The Blue Monkey, he was there.
They always stole glances at each other, with obvious flirtatiousness attached. Everyone around them could tell their lust for each other. Being the shy people they were, none ever proceeded to do anything about it.
Until one night.
Ariel had a desire that was building inside of her. For the longest time she had wanted Josebo. That night, it had reached its peak. She wanted him. Wanted her desires to be appeased. Wanted to be shut by a kiss. Wanted to feel his bare skin against hers while being made love to.
As usual, they were back to the same place and exchanging...
A year of constant connection. Texts, calls, meet ups.
He let one simple truth slip out of him, breaking all bonds.
Is it worth telling the truth all the time?
A single tear made its way down his old, wrinkled cheek. His old, wrinkled hands had no intention of wiping the tear away.
So he let it flow. Like all the memories from a time when he wore a young lad's clothes. Oh, them memories. Each one like a swift current, bringing out waves of excitement and fondness within him.
A foul smell snapped his daydream. As he looked around with his weary eyes, around the place he now called home. He longed to have his family around him. His children, his grandchildren. A huge sigh escaped his lips followed by a loud thud. Complete darkness followed.
I woke up in cold sweat in the middle of the night. Me, the young me, the one who has to build his life. T...
There are times, when one wishes to crawl into their cocoons. Curl up and wish the world just faded away. Be obsolete.
Times when change is what we crave for, but constants are what we get.
To my better half,
I believe, in imperfections and adaptability. I believe, in acceptance and tolerance. I believe, in barter. I believe, in fairness. I believe, in equality. I believe, in love.
I also believe that I will see my world, in you. My joy, in you. My companion, in you.
I'm not one to make false promises. Neither am I one to raise false expectations. But what I am, is a simple person. Capable of loving you with every cell, molecule, atom, boson and string of my living self. I may not be the biggest of romantics, neither may I be devoid of imperfections, but in me you will find: a person as proud of you as can be, as happy for and with you as can be, a person sacrificing just t...
A simple wave, sends waves of emotions through your body.
A simple movement, either brightens you, or dulls you off.
Goodbyes are harder than some of the most toughest decisions you've ever had to take.
Why should goodbyes be viewed as a form of sadness? Why should goodbyes induce unhappiness? Why can't we, the superbly evolved species, view goodbyes as a sign of letting go of the old, to make space for the new?
The simplest and most misused of all proverbs, I think, does justice to all those questions:
"Old is Gold"
We are all builders. Some of walls, some of fortresses and some, of open meadows. Letting a person scale our wall or fortress or prance through our meadow to r...