Category Archives: For the eternal love.

White lies!

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I hate to lie,

About when I am going to lie.

I tell people that I am definitely tired,

When all I want is my ebooks to be fired.

They think the days toils have left me, arduous,

When in reality, I want to show my love,

Towards whom, I am so much virtuous.

They think they have succeeded,

In ripping me off, of my words and fantasy,

But a little more planning was supposed to be needed,

To have committed such a blasphemy.

But then again, I am happy to lie,

For under the sheets, I get to lie,

Where everyone tends to forgo the white lie.

 

 

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Self Obsession!

I love myself. Hell yeah, I do! I mean come on, I am awesome 😀

Okay, enough with the self obsession.

I say this today because I love one thing about me. Whenever I read something good, a word, a sentence, a quote, a paragraph, I write it down and keep it with myself. At first, I used to keep a small memo pad or a pocket diary full of such amazing, jaw dropping quotes. (It doesn’t mean you like these quotes too. It is only, my taste that we are talking about here) But over the time I have stopped keeping that diary and instead I just write it down. So by now I have such wonderful lines written everywhere, on post it’s, on the back of a journal, on a single torn paper, on my phone, as a memo, as a draft message, and pretty much everywhere. What is wrong with this method is the fact that I cannot ever compile them at a single place now. But on the other hand, I get these as a surprise sometimes when I am least expecting them. For instance, today, I was rummaging through an old book, where I found a folded sheet of paper on which there was a very beautiful line. I am not even going to try translating it from Hindi, for the effort is going to be extremely hilarious. But I attach the sheet below, if by chance you like it.

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I am pretty sure, this was not from a book, but may be a historical TV series, I just cannot place it. But isn’t it pretty? And ever since I have found this, I am simply smiling, smiling like an ignorant fool.

And even if it is not, I like it all the same. I love it, in fact. Remember, it’s all about self love now? So I love this, I love the way I keep writing these beautiful lines everywhere. and yes, I love myself!! Kyuki mai apni favourite hoon!! 😀

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Daily Prompt: Border

Something from the old me!

Aesthetic Miradh

via Daily Prompt: Border

Despite all the love in both their hearts, there was a thin border between the two, and she knew she could never cross it.

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Because It Is Valentine’s!

My last post was a literal tease and I literally blew up the romance in it, and I intend to do the same here. Only I am hoping that by the end I start making a little sense, and give some kind of respect to the feeling called ‘love’.

Warning: I do not intend to hurt anyone, it’s purely innocent!

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What exactly changes this day? Please, tell me!!

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Only Sheldon gets me 😀

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So, before you ask me, here’s the answer…

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Ummm, I’ll have to see if I get all the wine or not 😉

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Egggzzzaaaaccccttttllllyyyy

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Well, I’ll be with Harry. If you now what I mean 😉

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Again, Sheldon gets me.

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Oh, please do it right away!

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Okay, I know, giving too much importance to myself here!!

But, I guess, it’s no big deal 😀

Okay, now jokes apart!

I teased too much I guess. But it’s only because I hate it when I see people taking love so callously. I mean how is it easy for some people to play with such a pious feeling? Every year it’s a joke and more of a show off than the real feeling. It’s like with changing gifts and roses and cards, the person to whom they are giving it to, also changes. I just hate this fact about us. That’s it! Again, I realise, not every one is so, and hence the following 😀

In all honesty, I attach a little sonnet below, for love, to love and with lots and lots of love.

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Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds. That’s it!

It is an ever fixed mark!

It is not time’s fool.

It is love, now and ever after, even when things are darkest!

So, here’s wishing you all a very Happy Valentine’s Day. May there be lots and lots of love in every heart!

Perfect Partner!

Person: Why are you still single?

 

Me: I am still finding my perfect match! (Because I don’t have anything else to say.)

 

Person: Seriously? There are like 6 billion people on this planet, and you don’t like anyone yet?

 

Me: I am still finding that special someone with whom I can actually connect. (Now desperately wanting out of this conversation)

 

Person: You know what I read recently that everyone of us has 1.5 million potentially perfect matches out there.

 

Me: (Staring. Not speaking. Thinking. Questioning myself. Thinking exactly what have I been doing?)

 

Person: Listening? 1.5 million!!!

 

Me: Uuuummmmm, but you know what I am pretty sure that among those 1.5 million people no one will come above books to me 😀 (What better way than a little bit of humor, to literally end this.)

 

Person: Rolls his eyes at me.

 

Me: (But really 1.5 million? And yet, somehow I manage to ruin my relationship with everyone.)

 

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PS: The above little information of the ratio of perfect matches; was shared by the Australian relationship experts Barbara and Allan Pease, at the Times Litfest in Delhi. (My source of information is the newspapers)

Couple Goals!

People around me often admonish me for cringing and cribbing at those who are always into “couple goals.” I refer to those people who always have to wear matching dresses, ALWAYS, always have to do every single thing together, those who are constantly updating and publicizing their personal life on social media, I mean you don’t have to tell everyone about your 4 month and 29 days togetherness! Okay, even if you want to and even if you do, I am no one to judge you, but still you might want to leave those who don’t care about this. I don’t really mind what these people do, but sometimes, I get a lot irritated, and my friends do give me a long talk on that! May be I am completely wrong to judge these people, I think I am. I mean who am I to judge someone who feels completely liberated even when being with the same person 24*7, it might be too much for me, but not for others.

Okay now, I am digressing! You get the point, about whom I am talking. And you also get that I am frowned upon when I cringe and make faces at these too sweet couples.

But my point is, I have been noticing some of these couples and I have a very weird realization. Recently I had a feeling about a couple that I know, that they seem to look alike, so alike that for a second you’d believe them to be siblings.

What next? I did meet two people recently whom I thought to be brother and sister. But in actuality, they were a couple. It’s only good that I did not mouth my thoughts louder. But the similarities were striking!

And from there started a variety of thoughts and observations. And the more I observed the more I realized that some couples did look a lot alike! Not all, definitely not all, but some couples that I know, who have been together for a long period of time, did look so alike. It was a little bizarre to me. I mean matching dresses, similar phones, and similar profile photos weren’t enough or what? That you’d had to go and look spitting images of each other too? Okay I know this went a little too far. I am just kidding. This looking alike thing was kind of cute may be? Uuuuummmm. But as I said who am I to judge? 😉

But is it only me, or any of you think so too? Do you guys notice such couples, or is it just my mind cooking?

PS: My couple goal is simple. I want to be crazy, just as crazy as I am, but this time, it’s with him!

That Flower!

 

Remember Monica and how clean freak she was?

 

Yep, I am compared to her often. And I have to admit that I am pretty much the same. I will crib when I will see that I have to sleep on the wrong side of the bed, or when the coffee cup is kept on the table without a coaster, and things like that. Things, which no one bothers about.

 

But she also has that door. Remember, which no one knew for so long and when eventually it was opened; it had all kinds of garbage stuffed inside. Yep, I have that too. Well, it’s not a door, I have a big box full of old things, which my folks call unused, unwanted garbage. But I call it memories. Yes, I have stuff in there, which I will never use in my life, and yet I refuse to depart with them. Things from my nursery days, to yesterday! From crayons, to mementos from every place I have been to, memories with all kinds of people I love and care about!

 

So, come Diwali, my people will pester me to clear at least something away, and every year I pretend to clean something out, only I never throw anything out. I make space, I cram things, but I have not yet discarded anything, and nor do I have any such intentions for near future. So today, I sit and pretend just like every year, to clear things out, to clean my room. (The irony is, it’s already cleaned, but since it’s Diwali, I still have to do it!) So, I am utilizing my Sunday this way, and I run across some really old stuff!! This stuff I haven’t met in a few years now!

 

I open that box full of memories,

I take out everything, crayons, to paints, to some Barbie accessories, to slam books, to school photographs, to college memories..

There is a list, I will not bother you with.

A book comes out,

It’s a novel.

I don’t remember reading it.

The blurb brushes my memory.

Yeah, I have read it.

But it wasn’t my favorite.

It was a book read and forgotten!

Then why did I find it here?

I drank that old book smell!!

And as if it was magic, I knew why it was there!!

 

I smiled!

Blushing would have gone too far.

But I smiled, all the same.

And closed the book shut.

Not sure whether to go ahead and look at it.

I hold that book for a while, turning and twisting.

Trying to figure out my next move.

 

Oh what the hell, there’s no bomb inside.

 

I go ahead and open it.

I couldn’t find it.

My heart literally, literally skips a beat.

WHAT THE HELL!!

Where is it?

What did I do with it?

 

Didn’t you say you were going to throw it, anyway?

 

Yeah, but I said so, I didn’t do it.

Definitely not!!

 

So where is it?

 

I scan the pages frantically, and just when I am about to burst (I don’t know with what) I find it.

 

And there is a big smile on my face.

I don’t deserve that smile.

That smile isn’t anymore mine.

I don’t even want that smile back.

But I smile anyways.

And I close my eyes and get drunk

Drunk in that stale smell of books, and words,

Of love and feelings,

Of that naivety and all the firsts.

 

I brush away the tears,

Pretending to be sneezing amidst the dusts.

I sober up from my past,

And I smile anyway.

 

This is what I find there:

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I know you can’t even make out what this is!

But it’s special all the same.

 

Years have passed by,

People have come and gone,

Feelings have changed,

Oh, the people have changed,

I have changed,

But this still remains special.

 

I smell that old smell one last time,

Tuck it inside the book again,

And close it as delicately s possible.

I don’t want it to rust,

Not now, anyway.

And read a couplet, that I attached in the midst of the pages,

That last time, I had an encounter with this.

 

Vaqt beet te der nahi lagti,

Umra guzar gayi, kai saal beet gaye,

Par tujse mulaqaat kabhi fir hui nahi.

 

Aaj fir mila hai wo tera diya nazrana,

Jise ab tak sambhal k rakha hai,

Kuch murja sa gaya hai,

Par ab tak apna sa lagta hai.

 

Jazbaat, ehsaas, shayad badal gaye honge

Tere, aur shayad mere bhi.

Teri ibaadat ki umeed nahi, Sirf ek unkahi arzoo hai,

Isilye is murjaye gulaab ko bhi ab tak sambhal k rakha hai!

 

I smile,

I reread.

I close the book.

I pack the box.

And put it away.

I know not till when!

 

 

PS: I will hit publish before I change my mind about publishing the Hindi lines. I know it’s not great, it’s novice, and very childlike. But I presume that we all do these kind of stuff once in a while 😀