Penpals

This world seemed utopic the moment they met. The moon was shining a bit brighter and the sky was studded with stars that night. The breeze was gentle carrying the scent of roses from a garden near by. Everything ordinary appeared extra beautiful.  Its was love at first sight... They waited for hours, days and months to get to see each other again wondering what the other person was doing. Were they in love with them as much. Or had they already forgotten them. Impatient to talk to eachother.  Fate worked in their favour finally.  A new story began : The Spring:   They saw gardens and sunset and birds and buterflies, held hand and heard together the nature's songs. The Summer :  It was a blazing season that year but even the heat had nothing to hold infront of their passion. They thought they kill for one another. But sometimes they would argue so much so someone might have thought they could kill each other. The Autumn :  Everything started to fall apart. There were more arguments

What's holding you back? A little promise made a long time ago? A promise made by someone who probably doesn't even remember it himself? Someone who has shoved you off the hill a million times for their own convenience. You were there, when they chose to unsee your existence. Oh how it broke your heart, as you watched that once so familiar pass you by. and that little amount of time you felt so far apart. A little tear swimming in the bounds of your eyes, cause you were so afraid of someone seeing it. Your weary heart trying to keep with the erratic breathing of chest. You knew them as much as they claimed you didn't. and you loved them even more than that.  How you longed to go back in the time just to live those little moments full of happiness once again and how you wished to relive them over and over again and how you prayed you could have avoided the situation that ended in them leaving you altogether. How you cursed yourself for all the wrong in you. How much you w

A heartache so severe it broke his heart in two. But so familliar and addiciting that the scars were not a few. Heart broken and mended in the similar spot a million times.  A vicious cycle of hurt and happiness. He had become addicted to. Causing storms in the calm sea for a little thrill_some adrenaline. Intentionally causing thunders become so eratic, it hit him in the heart and broke it in two. The storm usually calmed after that. And the reparative phase would begin a little rain and a little sun shine followed by tiny little blossoms and chirping of the birds. But soon he would get too used to it waiting for the storm to begin soon.  He was addicited to the hurt. The lonely dessert of broken hearts had become his home. He visited the sunny beach and the green oasis, in the neighbourhood, every now and then, but he longed to be here in the end, all by himself_ Alone. May be it was a scared little part of him. Reminding him a fearful memory from the past where he was left alone in

So you say, you loved them and so you wanted to protect it from all the bad that had happened to you. You wanted them to not scar in the spots as you. You didn't want them to shed tears on their pillows every night. But that made you grow, didn't it. Thats what matured you. Thats what made you in the person you are today. And don't you think you would most likely repeat the same mistakes in again, given the chance?   Then why do you think halting someone's most needed experience in the process of growth is loving? Do we all not break our hearts once or twice? Do we all not yearn for something so bad, something that we end up losing? Do we all not get tired every night after a long day of running after things that are never ours? Do we all not cry every night or a night every week or month over the things that made our hearts ache? But then did we not learn from it? Did we not learn how to heal our hearts? Did we not learn how to give up our most precious belongings for

  Why do we feel like telling people lies? Why do we create a fake persona we are uncomfortable with? And in order to keep that persona, we keep on losing the things and people who are close to our hearts. But then we move ahead finding new people, people who love us so dearly. But just when we think our life is going smooth, every perfection remids us of the past and we feel like we're stuck in it. Its like no matter how fast we run we can't get rid of it. It has become a part of us. We lowkey wish that this one day we would open our eyes and find out that it was just a bad, bad dream. And you would just flip the coins. And abandon fake for whats real. But would we really do that? If we get the chance of going back into our pasts, will we be to do it? Or the question shall be, can't we do that now? Why can't we really break through the hard shell of fakeness and come out naked with our truths? Why does it have to be wishing for going into the past or future to do that

Did you say yes to a 'little job' again when you were yourself quite busy and didn't wanna upset your friend, but then that little thing turned out to be 2 days worth of a job and made you lag behind on a lot of work? But when you asked the same person you ran an errand for you, seeing that they were free, they denied. Did it hurt you? But is that their fault? NO.  They had every right to put their comfort before everything and so do you! You should also learn to say it sometimes when you need to. In order to please others you somehow lose your individuality and in the process it also normalizes for others to boss you around. And when you have finally had it and say No it is gonna upset them because up until then they would have become accustomed to you agreeing with them. Now, no-one is asking you to be rude and say NO and disagree with whatever you hear. But contradict with fair sense to what is wrong or what you think is right. Or when you thin

Why Do You Care About What Others Think? Every day there is a constant thought on every person's mind, consciously or unconsciously, how are people perceiving me? How do they perceive me? when someone stares at you hair for too long. you have this constant urge to fix them. when someone tell you we have gained weight you would constantly take a look at ourselves in the mirror.  Any human would do anything to get appraised by others. Wearing the trendiest clothes, living up to their standards,. they would do all sorts of struggles to to get accepted into society. putting behind their real happiness. Running after approval from others.  But do people really think about what we do, or how we look? or how we're doing? Have you ever thought what if everyone is wondering the same thing? What if everyone's mind is occupied with the same thought? Every human mind works the same way. Everyone is looking for approval. They probably wont even give a second thought