|I dnt wana b in inertia. I wana keep moving. Maybe run. Stop, take breath, enjoy the scene n walk... I wana b a point object... in stealth mode...|
The first time his lips brushed hers was the list time it ever saw a cigarette butt.
After a really long time
He hurried to her with a bundle of roses and her favourite chocolate. "Happy valentine's love", her cheeks blushed to the warm kiss.
He stood there by the door helpless, with the same smile he had on the day she left him. Walking away from them his eyes spoke a different story...
They both had four lettered word for each other. He had LOVE while she had FEAR...
She revised his words in distress "You have put on a lot of weight babe, my followers would hate it if I dated a pumpkin." The supermodel wanted his love to be in flawless shape...
By the other door the 70 year old smiled while he failed to make his fingers meet around his better half...
Let's not be that couple who romance under the candle lights. Let's not exchange gifts on Valentines Day. Let's not have the need to remind each other we love with the 3 words at the end of every day. Let's not rush into the usuallness of emotion...
Let's debate over the latest news on cnn ibn. Let's fight on our mismatching thoughts from the final pages of those Paulo Coelho books. Let's colour an empty globe and fill our lives with events. Let's pull off those bucketlists together. For that is how I am going to love u. And that is the romance you will ever get out of me..."
"Why am I to cover the supermarket bills when the electricity and gas charges are sucking up my savings?!" Having put up with the one side argument for over half an hour Sreedevi finally asked him on a higher note. The mother worked in the Marketing Department for the "Everlast" dye company who offered her a monthly wage of Rs.3500 excluding the t/a.
"I'm sure you got a little extra since it is the festive season. Now be a doll and pay the bill because we are not having this conversation anymore". He tried to warn the lady suppressing his red face. Rajesh was not the kind of husband every woman dreamt of. He never found the patience to obey the orders which forced him to leave 4 jobs the s...
She urged to see the world from her wheel chair.
"There is a beautiful aisle in paris", he said...
She loved the smell of Books and he the smell of Money.
He wondered why she never said 'Yes' to the $1000 ring...
But that was when I realized I didn't like you. I never did. I liked the addiction of emptyness around you that pulled us closer everytime I stayed away. I liked that you were far away and I didn't have to worry about actually pushing anything forward. I liked that you could give me vague compliments all day long and never act on it. I liked how you could be a mystery to me.
A different me.
But maybe thats all I was to you. An outlet of self doubt. A girl who didn't really exist. Who held onto every word you said. Who never had the idea to let loose of her emotions. A girl to whom you could say anything when you wanted to without consequences. A girl so Misty, so intricate. Who listened car...
"I love you," she said.
"Are you sure about that? You will have to do something to make me believe you. Are you okay with that?" I asked her with a wry smile.
"W... what are you going to ask me to do?" she asked me, her voice suddenly unsure and sceptical.
"Come with me. Let's travel...
And we won't take a flight because the sky is too boring. You only go from point A to point B.
But in a train, with a hundred tiny stopovers that nobody told us about.
Or even better, in a bus, even if rickety. Even rickety buses stop at roadside dhabas that make the best food in the world.
And no popular tourist destinations please. The whole world's there.
But last month when I stood at the edge of that ...
And one fine night she told "Let's go back to being 'just' friends."
He, 'The depressed' as the crowd called, was grateful that she brought in the pain. Destroyed the numbness...
Dear little us,
"There is a garden in every childhood. An enchanted place where colours are brighter, the air softer and the morning more fragnant than ever again..." Childhood is like being drunk, they say, everyone remembers the things u did , except you. (Which is an ugly truth!) It's that part of your journey where everything is colourful and chocolates, having every right to be carefree, irresponsible and crazy as hell. I remember mine where I evolved from Ms. Poor face to the naughty crazy head from "not so few stories" from my mom that proved the above hypothesis concrete...
But not all lived happy years growing up, not all look upto their childhood wanting to go back l...
This letter is not a thought, story or a poem. This is a request.
20 million years ago our Earth, as we know it, was just a dust particle. In the "runaway accretion" (just a scientific term) that followed, of larger fragments of particles the birth of the Earth was confirmed. Every Dooms Day movies, 2012, Armageddon, The Core; either begins or ends with the cam circling the globe leaving me staring at the monitor in pure astonishment. Every single time. We have all wondered at those landscape and wildlife moments when the National Geographic channel used their cams well. Somewhere along the heated discussion on movies, I was introduced to the real Mother Ear...
He took my half naked body in his arms, held me tightly for the very first time. He stared at me as if i was the most beautiful thing his eyes ever perceived. Suddenly the whole seven billion people in the world seemed worthless, the universe empty; it was just ME and HIM, just us two.
I smiled as he ran his fingers over my face. I must admit it was quite ticklish. I relucted at first, but it was too hard to resist. Those big brown eyes that blinked less when he watched me, that curly hair with the right amount of hair colour, that thick beard he grew to keep his soft heart hidden. Oh! wasnt he handsome?! For my part I did nothing. I just laid there, unaware of the su...
You who craved to stand while others crawled.
You who mumbled f**k before duck.
You who drew dark nights and not "the sun and the house".
You who impatiently questioned before you ever nodded.
You who cared for your dog more than the boss.
You who never found love but unravelled he ecstasy.
You who pinned the globe not starving behind the desk.
You who spoke passion and conquered dreams.
The Misfit and the empire.
You are the opium that hunts me down in the hectic.
You are the million little collection of infinity I ever wished for...