Showing posts with label That's what you said. Show all posts
Showing posts with label That's what you said. Show all posts

So, Its Goodbye? All like that?!

                         The clock ticked 1 in the morning, waking her up. She then realized that she dozed away on the book she was reading earlier. No, she couldn't study this way. Cursing her tiredness, she jumped out of her warm cozy bed, washed her face, made herself a cup of tea and determined to finish her last minute revision for her next day exam. She read for half an hour when her phone beeped prompting new message. She hoped against hope that it was from him.As expected it wasn't from him.
                     
                           She couldn't believe that she still expected some communication with him.Him! He! the heart throb of any girl. He was smart, easy to be with, simple and gorgeous in his infinite mannerism. She adored him for long but little did he know her state. Magically, he did talk to her one day and from then the constant giggles, escaped glances became a part of their lives. But as they say, happy things don't come without some *conditions apply* tag. His family moved to other state. Still they tried their best to fight the distance between them.
                           
                            There was this one opportunity that striked them to make the circumstances favourable.   It was the very day last year, when she was doing her study, he phoned her. They talked all the very things happening around them. Talking to him, eased her nervous self.

He: This exam is very important for us, Sia. We can be together if you clear this exam and come here
She: I know Sanju.. and that's why I'm all tensed up.
He: Why? You'll make it.
She: Ohh! I'm not sure of that. *sobs*

                             She couldn't change the past happenings. She hardly could gear herself up to that fateful day when she screwed her papers. Things changed after that. The ambiance diverged. People altered their priorities.

                 Their priority list was same but in an upside down order. He topped her list.

                              The thought of him bought both happiness and tears. She couldn't stop herself and immediately sent him a message 'We are not going to talk anymore, are we?' and pressed sent. Cursing her impulsiveness. Of course, she asked for a tiny contact of being friends at the very least when he showed the inclination for breaking up. Deep down they both knew, being friends would do no justice to them. Infact, that 'F' word would strangle their emotions to death everyday. It would make it more difficult for them.

*beep* *beep* new message
                        
                             No, she didn't want to see it. She knew what he would reply. She looked away and couldn't tug a pointless war and opened the message.

He: It would hurt both of us.
She: But do you want to? 
He: Frankly, no.

                              There was no second thought for that reply. He made his decision and now its her turn to make hers. She honestly didn't expect something great to happen but anything little show of affection would've made her feel good. No, she wouldn't cry anymore. Leaving her tangled memories behind. She prepared for that same exam that uprooted her dreams. For she wanted to prove, it wasn't really the distance that parted them. Gathering all her strength and her zeal to clear that exam and enter that very college of his made her strong.


to be continued...
         
                            
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On The Edge

Little would they know..
strolling through the memory..
the pain it took to overcome..

                                        Heart that pounds furiously
                                        where instincts scream to back off
                                        but the decision has been made..

                                         This stress is too much to take in
                                         Standing right On The Edge
                                         Strings of memories weaving 
                                        But its done...no more..
                                        Time passed..distance stayed..
                                        days got distracted..
                                       
                                        The blistered soles of feet
                                        beginning to give away...
                                        tear made its ways..
                                        like its following a rhythm
                                    
                                        Just one more step..
                                       She kept telling..
                                       One moment she was an living entity..


                       
                            
                                         
                                         

                                































































































































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My Eternal Home

Books..!!
 Hah! my love, my bestie,my only pass-time, an easy escape...footpath to eternity!



                              
                    How I adore reading books. It all started with the comics, prose and poetry lessons at school etc etc...The intuition to get into the fiction-sphere ignited slowly. Now, I read everything. Be it mystical, horror, fantasy, humour, mythological..what not? but fiction always reserves a place :-)


      It somehow instilled the feeling of completion.  Reading good books matters. Now, we can't simply prompt about a book without actually reading them. No matter how  arduous it might be,I can never leave a book half-read. We can't presume the ending, right?


                     To fill-in the emptiness,
                     To get carried away,
                     dexterity of visualization..
                     There is a alley...


      I've had this rule "A Book Every Week".Well, it really does'nt work at times. I miss the times I was completely lost into books, but now? I rarely get enough time to ponder.And yes, this writing-bud is infixed by the reading-worm inside-my-head. I read to seek knowledge , but I’m also a big fan of escaping into well-crafted fiction, where peeling back the author’s story reveals a deeper truth. Where flawed, broken down characters are always remembered and may be even respected. An author has the capability of taking a part of us with them.Every time we read, we learn. Its easy to compare ourselves with the characters of the book ( Man!! I do that everytime! ).
                         

       Reading is important. It definitely can help broaden our minds or strengthen our thinking skills.But at times its really hard to stay focused..! When u love books, you carry one around with you, you make knowledge your number one sought for passion, you talk about them, you live and breath them.Its just like sports and work.. 

Books to be read:
1.The Prince-Niccolo Machiavelli
2. War And Prince-Leo Tolstoy
3.Prodigal Daughter-Jeffrey Archer
4.Quiver full of arrows-Jeffrey Archer  
5.The Hobbit-J.R.R.Tolkien
6.The Other side of Midnight-Sidney Sheldon 

more shall follow eventually... 


Keep up the reading...
Cheers :-)

                 
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She`s Not Important

                                       
That girl who,
                      bounces for little joys...
                      laughs, talks a lot And seems very happy,
                      Is also the same girl who
                     pushes herself too hard to fall asleep every night...

                     Being constantly excited about something and entertained 
                     Is a very difficult state to attain
                     Not a single day passes ,
                    without a tear drop...

                     His thoughts always preoccupy her mind,
                     every time she asks god
                     to make him think of her
                     each nerve of her gets tuned...

                     She cheerfully would trade all her hours,
                     just to listen what he speaks...
                     Even a single glance of his
                     Is enough to give her chilling shivers...

                     She affectionately stares at his pictures
                     dreaming to be there with him...
                      All these things,
                     He`d be bored to listen

                     Its tickling how she loves even his ignorance
                     Everyone has a certain habit 
                     they can't give up, 
                    no matter how hard they try...
                    
                    So yes! That little girl whose life is a subset of his life...
                                         Has No Life indeed 
                                       as She`s Not Important...For him...!!
                              
"She loves him, and coz she loves him, she would sooner have him hate her for telling him the truth than adore her for telling him lies"

                                      
                                           "Beauty is happiness, and sadness...
                                             Life needs both, this song is a pure expression of that...
                                             True Beauty"
           
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