Alone, directionless and lost.
She woke up to the chaos of life, staring blankly outside the window for hours.
Suddenly, her eyes gleamed a little and a smile replaced her usual frown as she rushed outside.
Her box of happiness opened as her taste buds got the treat of her favourite "Double cheese crunch pizza".
The nearby pizza shop gave her the happiness that people around her couldn't.
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He was a magician bestowed with the power of words.
He could kill people with his wits in a world of bleeding swords
He enlightened souls with his prose, poetry and story.
And embedd intricate character enduring mystery.
He was a man whom you could love, hate but, not ignore
When he wrote, the birds danced and moon lit the sea shore.
But, destiny played it's card
And his life stepped forward.
The magician of words met his muse
But, all his thoughts did was refuse.
His magical words refused to cast their spell.
And all he could do was sit and wail.
She came and took away his magic
'Cause his heart had already gone with her and that, my friend was very tragic.
She was the story of his life
But, for her, he was an unwritten paragraph torned with a knife.
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Yaadon ki dhundli si tasveer mein aaj wo beparwah aur befikr bachpan phir jhaankta nazar aaya,
Khwahishon, khushiyon, maasumiyat aur muskurahaton se gulzar bachpan ki yaadien,
Aaj bhi sukun de jati hain,
Zindagi ke uljhanon mein ek lamhe ke liye hi sahi,
Khushiyan beshumaar de jati hain.
Yaadon ki dhundli si tasveer mein aaj wo beparwah aur befikr bachpan phir jhaankta nazar aaya!
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The wind ushering the leaves tangled in the thoughts of "Nostalgic November", the mild shivers springing up the memoirs long forgotten, the moments inked deep down in a corner of heart. I wonder how November has a way of bringing back so many memories.
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It is the hours in the middle of such dark nights which makes her lonely soul realise that his footprints are still fresh in the pavements of her heart. <3
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Midst a world which is completely in the realms of Whatsapp texts, Facebook posts, Instagram tags, selfies and pouts; friendships do lose its essence at times. The bond vanishes somewhere between those likes and comments.
However, there are certain friendships which survives it all and blessed are those who have such bond which does not fathom into oblivion even if they haven't been in touch since ages. All they need is a sudden emotional realisation of catching up with each other and there they go, talking profound like old times, laughing and smiling together like the bestest of buddies that they were, they are and shall always be. ☺
#TagYourBesties #ForTheLoveOfFriends #Bff #BuddiesForLife. 😍
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"RIP Riya. We miss you". He captioned her photograph and uploaded it as a token of remembrance.
1K likes, 500 comments and 250 shares later, she became just another post and a very distant memory.
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I believe in fairytales. I believe in happily ever afters. I believe in beautiful forevers. The only thing I deny to believe is the existence of a prince in every fairytale, happily ever afters and beautiful forevers.
I don't need a prince to hold my crown high and complete my fairytale. I am a princess who can carve her happily ever after all by herself and ink her beautiful forever like a warrior.
I am much more than just a pretty face and this is the reason I am sailing through the tides inspite of having all the reasons to drown.
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The chronicals of survival are best depicted through scars. It has profound stories of pain, tears, struggles and fights engraved deeply within us which springs up in our memories once in a while, reminding us of all the bad times, how we battled them out and our sheer courage that carved the beautiful destination of life out of a journey that seemed nothing less than a dead end.
Scars are beautiful because it shows the undying spirit of every survivor who refused to give up on life and fought till the end. 🙋☺
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Even midst the crowdest of places, you will find yourself lonely, even the profoundest of conversations would not fill the hollowness of your heart. You'll be afraid, very afraid. Scared of facing yourself, scared of giving up on yourself, scared of getting detached from the world. You might be smiling from the outside but, your inner self would be broken and torn.
And someday maybe someone around you would notice the mess you've become but, your fears won't let you confess it and you would conveniently mask up your torn life by faking a "I am doing great" lie.
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And a day comes when you realise that your battle is solely yours. You might meet people during your quest of survival, some would guide you through your battle, some would distract you from your path, some would believe in your efforts and few would mock at your struggle. But, nobody is here to stay, people good or bad, evil or kind, angels or demons shall sink in oblivion, leaving you alone to sail through the storms of life. This is the time when you need to stay strong, keep yourself intact and fight your battle with courage. Remember, you don't need to wait for any knight in shining armor to fight for you. The battle is yours and you got to be a warrior who kicks out the hurricane and comes out as as a hero.
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Happiness and sadness are overrated emotions. We fathom about these emotions all our lives though none of it lasts long. It is bound to sink in oblivion one day because life is everything made up of grey where happiness and sadness co-exist.
The white frames of happiness is considered to define life and black frames of sadness is supposed to be the hurdle of life. Nevertheless, believe in grey frames because this is the actual definition of life where happy people can have the saddest of soul and sad people can have the brightest of smile.
Welcome to a world of contradictions and paradoxes!
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"Why you never wrote a story on us?". She asked.
"Because stories come with an end ". Said the love stuck writer.
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"I didn't knew you were coming".
" You mean you didn't KNOW, right?"
"Yes. I didn't knew".
" Okay. I never came".
A grammar nazi walked away.
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"100 likes in 10 minutes."
Grandma boasts about her selfie, smirks and pouts for another one.
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Be it the day when I first caught your glimpses and shrugged off your thoughts with "just a newcomer" or the day when I actually noticed the sincere, intelligent, calm and composed person within you, I always knew it was you.
Be it the day when we argued on something silly or the day when the teacher scolded us for fighting deliberately, I always knew it was you.
Be it the day you annoyed the hell out of me or the day when your absence made my day a little incomplete, I always knew it was you.
Be it the day when unknowingly my eyes started searching for you or the day when we stole glances, I always knew it was you.
Be it the day when we accidentally bumped into each other and couldn't stop blushing all the while or the day when we talked gladly and exchanged smiles, I always knew it was you.
Be it the day when everyone around us knew what we were up to, nevertheless we denied our feelings or the day when we wanted to confess our emotions yet remained quiet, I always knew it was you.
Be it the day when life started happening and our paths became different or the day when we craved to speak our heart out before we drifted apart, I always knew it was you.
Be it the day when we took different roads to our dreams, travelled, explored or the day when dreams did get fulfilled yet there was no happiness, I always knew it was you.
Be it the day when the memories of the past came rushing or the day when I couldn't hold back my tears with those memoirs, I always knew it was you.
Be it the day when destiny tried to play cupid again and we stumbled on each other one more time or the day when we finally realized that we cannot just let go each other, I always knew it was you.
Be it the times when you irritated me with your insecurity or the time when I longed for someone to be scared of losing me, I always knew it was you.
Be it the day when after years of unfinished tales of romance, we ended up falling in love or the day when we exchanged vows for eternity, I always knew it was you.
Yes. I always knew it was you who was to be inked as my soul mate in the love chronicle penned by the destiny itself.
At times, while we are oblivious of our future, deep down our heart knows who our soul mate is and when we come across him/her; our heart skips a beat and whispers "I always knew it was you".
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I love conversations where people bare their soul, talk about their dreams and nightmares, speak about their strength and fears, tell stories about the journeys they have taken and the roads they are yet to travel, share memories of the love that didn't last and fairytales that lost its reality to maturity. Because, deep, soul stirring conversations with profound people is an experience which influences our lives in ways we cannot always understand.
Conversations where people can just be themselves without the fear of getting judged are the profoundest one! ☺
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People who came in my life, became best of friends and then left,
People who promised to be there always and, disappeared,
People who acted to listen my stories and struggles but, mocked me later,
People who understood me, laughed and cried together with me and, never left,
People who believed in my dreams, made my happiness and sorrows a part of their life and, never gave up on me,
People who love me selflessly and make me fall in love with my existence everyday,
Happy Friendship Day to all such people who once were or are a part of my life because no matter if we are in touch or not, no matter if friendships have changed their perspective with time, a part of me still remembers you all.
Happy Friendship Day! ☺😍
#FriendshipDaySpecial #ForTheLoveOfFriends 🙋😇
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"You look beautiful". A compliment she used to get every now and then.
"Thank you". She would respond gracefully with a smile which was beautiful yet brief.
Everyone loves compliments. She wasn't any different but, with time the need of being known as a person and not someone who was just "beautiful" had started haunting her. She craved for a life that was beyond the typical standards of beauty.
"Did anyone tell you that your eyes speak a lot"? A guy sitting next to her in the coffee shop said.
"Excuse me"? She was startled.
"I am sorry but, you cannot be excused. Your eyes speak volumes. I guess you have lots of stories that need to be voiced".
And, there she was, speaking her heart out in a random rendezvous with a stranger who now was a passionate listener. Someone who wanted to hear how she felt and was least bothered about how she "looked".
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All her life she inked and recited the tales of love, hope, happiness, sadness and despair to the world that would get lost in her profoundness. Her stories had that illusive effect, helping people escape reality for a while. She read, she wrote, she imagined, she created. She carved stories that could break one's heart yet heal it at the same time. She was nothing short of a magician who could cast spell with her enchanting stories.
But, the magician of profound emotions, intricate words and beautifully heart wrenching stories couldn't ink a single word when it was time to talk about her story. The story of her love, her life and everything that made her such an amazingly beautiful paradox could never be created. Wondering why?
Well, she was a storyteller who knew every story has an end. And, how could she pen her own story when all that she wanted in her love and life was "forever".
Her reality was different from the stories she inked. A beautiful paradox she was, didn't I tell you?
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All our lives we keep fighting and struggling for our dreams. However, the irony lies in the fact that when finally those dreams come true, our happiness is accompanied with a little sadness too for the reason that there would no more fights and struggles which were our only companion during that tough phase of survival.
We humans are no less than a paradox. All our lives we wait for our destination and once we reach there, we start missing the journey that paved avenues for the destination. We are everything made up of complexities, aren't we?
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The laptop screen displayed.
A teen sensation yet a lonely soul cried herself to sleep.
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Don't be sad because the spring is gone. See the profound marks it left everywhere. Be it the blossoming flowers, the sky that seems like the nature's canvas or the chirping birds adding colours to that canvas, everyone is happy. You know why?
Because what goes around, comes around. Till then, lets cling to our dreams and hopes, wishing that spring shall be around the corner soon, very soon. ☺
So, don't be sad because the spring is gone. Okay? ☺
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Nobody is responsible for your happiness or sadness. It is all about the choices you make that land you up in situations whether happy or sad.
YOU, solely you are responsible for the way life happens to you.
So, don't crib and blame your fate, the people around you if things don't go your way because it was your choice whether right or wrong.
Be mature and deal with it, fair enough? Isn't it?
#ItsAllAboutTheChoicesYouMake.
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Agar kahaniyon ka aagaaz khubsurat ho toh yakeenan anjaam ke hisse kuch aansu toh aaenge! :) :)
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Someday I shall be gone, people who love me might miss me, cry over me too but, time has a way of making people forget everything. Maybe this is how life is meant to be. Life goes on, remember? The very thought that someday I shall become just a distant memory scares me. The memories of my presence shall be blurred, lying in the corner of laptop, mobile folders or maybe in the recycle bins too. And, this feels terrible.
I wonder if I shall be more than just a distant memory for anyone? I hope, I shall be. Because, I want to be remembered. I want to be cherished. And, someday, few years down the line when I pass through anyone's memory, I hope they think about me with a smile, a genuine one. :)
#IShallBeGone #Memories #Smile #Forgetting #LifeGoesOn #Remembrance.
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I am not judgmental. I know there is a reason why a particular person behaves in a certain way. I believe that unless I know their story, I am nobody to judge them. I have heard people saying that how much they hate a particular person and I have always said them ‘HATE IS A BIG WORD’. You can dislike someone but, you should not hate.
But, at times I feel as if I am contradicting my own thoughts. I tend to dislike people easily. I feel bad when a person doesn't smile back at me. I ignore that maybe he/she had a bad day. I get hurt if someone doesn’t reply me back. I fail to understand that maybe he/she is actually busy. I hate certain people [Yes, hate is a big word!] just because we don’t get along very well. I get judgmental towards a person ‘cause once I had a fight with him/her. I was the one who stopped talking to them in the first place and still I consider them as egoistic. [Irony!]
I know, I am not the only one. Everyone reading this post has been there and done that. We often contradict our own thoughts and beliefs, don’t we?
We can judge people but, we get furious if others do the same. This is so not fair.
Ever thought of having a heart to heart talk with the one you don’t get along well?
Ever thought of initiating a conversation with the one you stopped talking?
Well, I did that today and I was happily surprised that how wrong my judgement was. I realized that the person I had a fight with doesn't hold any grudges against me. That fight has long been forgotten. It existed just in my head. I realized that the person I don’t get along well has so much to talk with me. We have so much in common. I realized that the hate and dislike was not mutual. It was just one sided. [Evil me!]
I feel relieved today. Hatred is a burden whereas friendship, understanding and love sets you free from this burden.
It’s said that ‘To err is human’ but learning from those mistakes is also all about being humane! :)
Remember, hating is easy but, loving is way more easier. ^_^
#HonestRealization. #BeingJudgemental.
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At times, it's fine just to be okay. No happiness, no sadness, just a simple okay because being okay is peaceful. When I am okay, I am at solace. Okay spares me from the unnecessary chaos of "why are you happy?" or "what makes you sad?" questions.
Neither I am a happy person nor I happen to be a sadist, I am an "okay" person who is trying to be at peace with everything.
I have been okay from a while and this is working perfectly fine with me. Being okay makes my life kind of sorted.
Okay? Okay! :)
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It's already midnight and sleep seems a distant dream. Caged in her thoughts, she looks outside the window towards the sky embedded with stars. When loneliness stucks her hard, stars are her companions, the one which does all the talking in her world built up of profound emotions, a world which can't be defined or explained, a world of imagination where nobody judges her. And, when she was free from the fear of being judged, she was the best version of herself 'cause this is the time when she was really herself. No fake smiles, no masks, just a simple girl with beautiful dreams and profound thoughts.
She smiles lightly. Her eyes get a little moist. Maybe some memories have come to give her company too. And, suddenly it is raining outside. This makes her grin.
"Afterall how could you let me cry alone! So you made the sky cry with me too, didn't you?" She chuckled and kept talking with her stars until she dosed off with a smile that was beyond beautiful. Magical it was!
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"Arpita, Come here! The water is so beautiful here".
This voice brought Arpita back from her cluster of thoughts. It was his husband Mohit's voice who was standing by the seashore. Arpita moved towards him and Mohit held her hand tightly, intertwining his fingers with hers.
"Isn't the water beautiful here"? Mohit asked pulling her closer.
"Yeah! It is". Arpita nodded in affirmation with a smile.
The water in the sea were moving in a rhythm, creating a musical sound which was very serene and beautiful. The winds, it seemed were in love with the sea shore. The amiable wind was playing with Arpita's hair. She tried putting her hair strands behind the ear but the breeze kept teasing her. Mohit was observing this from a long time. He took Arpita's hand and said..
"These hair strands coming on your face is adding more glow to your beauty. Don't disturb them". Mohit moved his hands on her soft cheeks and Arpita felt his love all over again.
They had been married for almost 4 years now and Mohit had been a wonderful husband. He adored Arpita.
"Hey! Wait, hold on."Mohit said suddenly.
"What, why"?? Arpita asked in a confused tone.
"Ohh, stupid! Just hold on this look, I want to capture this moment, you look so beauitiful right now". Mohit said in excitement.
He clicked a few pictures of his gorgeous wife and was busy deciding that which picture was the best amongst all. He loved clicking pictures. For him they were memories. Memories of the moments which could never come back. He wanted to capture those moments so that he could re-live those moments whenever he wanted.
"Arpita, you look the best in this. These hair falling on your face, your eyes and this smile. You look splendid". Mohit said pointing towards a particular picture.
Arpita looked in Mohit's eyes. They had so much of love and appreciation in them. But she couldn't look up in his eyes anymore because those eyes full of love reminded her of "Rahul". The guy she used to love. They both loved each other but as destiny would have it, they could not be together and moved on without having any bitter feelings for each other. Time moved on but their feelings never died.Though Arpita got married to Mohit but a corner of her heart still remembered Rahul. She was happy with Mohit. She never tried keeping in touch with Rahul. She knew he had his own world now but whenever she saw in Mohit's eyes, the love in those eyes reminded of the same love that once Rahul used to have for her. It was a very strange kind of feeling. She could never understand this. She remembered how Rahul also used to click her random pictures and then keep talking about it all the time. She wondered how two different persons can think exactly in the same manner. But she could never get any answers. Maybe it was destiny's way of showing her that "Rahul was gone but he has left behind his essence in form of Mohit".
When there can be 7 people with the same faces and appearance in the world then why can't there be people with the exactly same nature and behaviour??
"Arpita, you seem lost again. C'mon." Mohit again interrupted her thought process.
Arpita shrugged off those thoughts and held Mohit tightly. She knew how lucky she was to get love again in her life. The sky was turning crimson. It was time to go back. Mohit and Arpita moved towards their destination and Arpita just hoped and wished that Rahul, wherever he was would be happy in his life. :)
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"I QUIT." She had lost the count of the number of times she said this to herself and almost gave up on life. Yet she never did quit.
Reason?
Well, her mother had once profoundly remarked upon the struggles of life and said "The one who quits never wins and the one who wins never quits".
So, everytime she was on the verge of losing hope, her mother's words kept echoing in her head until she realised that she had to be her own hero, fight her demons and survive till the end. 🙋😎
#QuitingIsEasy #SurvivingIsDifficult.🙅
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Her eyes were fixed towards the sky.
And, his eyes were fixed on her. He noticed how she was looking at the sky, silently, peacefully as if her eyes were doing all the talking with the sky.
Suddenly, she looked at him and smiled.
"You look beautiful". He said softly without moving his eyes away from her eyes.
She said nothing but, smiled again. A deeper smile it was.
"Just a smile? Won't you say something?" He complained playfully.
"Aren't my eyes speaking louder than words?" She gave him an intense look.
"If the conversations are to happen with eyes, I can look in your deep, enchanting eyes forever. Is that okay?" He had started losing himself in the unsaid feelings that her eyes beholded.
And, all she did was smile, smile and smile some more! 💗
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Her eyes had millions of stories which remained confined within the boundaries of her heart for years.
Little did she know that someone out there was craving to read those stories and understand the beautiful tragedy she was! :) <3
#Eyes #Stories #Heart #BeautifulTragedy.
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We all have had some fault in our stars. We all have met our Augustus and Hazel at some point of our life. Though this world is not a wish granting factory but, still wishes do come true. Probably, your Augustus won't be able to take you to Amsterdam but wherever he takes you, that would be the best place. Maybe, your Hazel won't be able to read intriguing poems for you when you are sick but, that does not make her any less special. So, if you have found your Augustus or Hazel, stick to them. No matter how much fault might be in your star, look beyond those faults, you will surely find a ray of hope midst those stars."
- TFIOS fan forever! :)
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She was a hurricane caged in a chaos of emotions. All she wished was to break the cage and let the storm of emotions fly away to a distant place, never to return, never ever!
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Alone but never lonely! :) :)
If you're a book lover, you might second my thoughts, Won't you?
The swirl and swings of those enormous words inked with profound emotions, the characters carved out of compassion and love, intricately embedded in a story can take you to a world of dreams.
And, that is the world where no one can be lonely 'cause this is your own lil' world, a beautiful world. ^_^
So, I can be alone but never lonely if I have a profound book by my side, always! :D <3
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So maybe now we are nothing more than strangers with some memories,
Maybe we have moved on with life afterall life happens to everyone,
Maybe we fell out of love or it was destined to be this way,
Maybe the very mention of our names doesn't affect us anymore,
Maybe things have changed there perspective with time!
Wondering why is it a "may be"?
Because " may be" few years down the line when we would accidentally cross each other's path, wouldn't our heart skip a beat while our eyes meet? Wouldn't we crave to hear each other's voices? Wouldn't we wish to talk our heart out?
Maybe we would or maybe we would not.
No matter how far we go from each other, a part of us would remain with each other forever and one day we shall wonder "maybe we could have survived the storms of life together, maybe!"
Ah, well, alas! Nothing destroys love stories like these "may be's" do. *Sigh*
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