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Surprising Monday Morning

How does it feel

When it is raining cats and dogs outside,

When you sit and relax with a cup of coffee,

When you just shut all thoughts out,

When there is a second Sunday for you,

When you don’t have to work on a Monday Morning 😀

 

Yeah, that’s how I feel today. 🙂

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Wasted Sunday.

  • Woke up at 10 AM and still did not wish to wake up.
  • Skipped breakfast, but compensated with two cups of coffee.
  • What I exactly did till noon, even I can’t fathom.
  • Had lunch, and just after lunch, I had the strong urge to go back to sleep again.
  • Resisting everything, I tried to focus and study!
  • Nope, not my day.
  • My stomach started to ache acutely again, shutting down the left over wish to study.
  • I switched on the TV, watched a whole movie. What was it? ‘Our brand is crisis.’
  • In the evening I tried getting out of my bed, but the pain was throbbing and I had no intention of even going out of my room.
  • A novel saved me.
  • I had an early dinner, followed by a huge tub of ice cream. Really spoiling myself.
  • Half tub of ice cream was accompanied by another movie. Which one? ‘Runway bride’
  • Movie and a slow eater of that almost milk shake kind of ice cream made it till I don’t know what time.
  • Again the urge to sleep. But it wasn’t late enough.
  • So I kept myself busy with the novel again. As always, it worked.
  • Late in the night, I was about to turn off but then the phone kept buzzing.
  • All kinds of people texting me simultaneously. Where were they the whole day? When ‘I’ was bored?
  • I reply for a few minutes trying to make it short, but the conversation gets interesting with a couple of people, and I continue.
  • It’s 1 AM now and it’s really time to sleep. I wish them good night, and then go off to bed, finally!
  • Oh, I don’t even feel guilty. Should I? I think, I should but the thing is I don’t.
  • So there, that’s how I wasted my Sunday.

Source of Darkness

Does darkness have a source?

I don’t think so.

For me, darkness does not come naturally,

It comes only when the light, the ray of hope, unknowingly hides away from us.

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What are your thoughts?

 

 

The Special Bond

 

The bond that we share

Is really very special,

It is the warmth, the love, the care,

That exceeds all level.

 

Your unshared, unconditional love

Has still, never been enough,

The humane wish of always wanting more,

Has left me without you; hollow to the core.

 

I replay in my mind

The unintentional, inconsequential fights.

I laugh aloud,

With tears in my eyes.

 

Do you remember the reason of our squabbles?

I, for one can remember no such troubles.

All the memories that rushes through,

Pictures our happiness true.

 

Sweet savourings shared together,

Has not reached me this un-fateful year.

Would you have missed me today?

What a wrong question I have come to say.

 

It isn’t just sad

That this Rakhi, I am not with you,

Don’t get mad,

But I am still happy for you.

 

We have never settled

Not on a single thing,

But the love inclines,

That keeps us always stringed.
This may be a new endeavor

But my dear, always remember,

The bond that we share,

Is really very special,

It is the warmth, the love, the care,

That exceeds all level.

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A little something for my precious brother who is not with me on this special occasion of ‘Raksha Bandhan’

I don’t say it, and I won’t say it, but you must know, that I do love you.

Hidden Inspiration

It was 3 am in the morning; my room was eerily silent, disturbing all my thoughts. Could silence do that? The only sound that pierced my ears was of the crickets hiding somewhere outside my balcony. I wonder why I even keep it open all the time. But that’s the habit I have grown accustomed to, I keep it open no matter what, even my parents are tired of that habit now.

So anyways, I was seated at my study, glaring deep into the bright light of my laptop screen, my fingers hovering above the keyboard, just hovering and not clicking. I had been doing it for a long time now, writing and erasing, writing and erasing, and I had been nowhere. The paper was due the next day, and yet I had nothing!

Creative writing, huh? Too easy? Now I know what’s easy and what’s not!

I stood, walking away, may be a walk could solve my problems? Who was I kidding? At 3, I would be scared even I type faster than usual; I would be scared even if my phone vibrated, let alone ring. I just stepped away from my table, and paced inside of my room, poking the pencil onto my head, as if it was a magic wand. I paced faster trying to exert myself.

Wait what? By walking? Of course not so I started doing stretches, jumping, lying down on the cool floor, anything, and anything that my crazy sleepless mind could set at work.

I stood up and refilled my cup of coffee, took a sip from the cup and rubbed my hand on my face. I even slapped myself the ‘wake up slap’. I mean common I had to do something.

I read a couple of articles on the internet then, I also googled things which were not required instantly, and which might be helpful, I read newspapers, believe me not just yesterdays’, the whole weeks. I went back to my novel diverting myself completely.

And yet, nothing!

And that’s’ when I realised that it was next day, it was already 6 and I might have missed today’s newspaper. I rushed outside, got the morning newspaper from outside and scanned it entirely in a hurry. And yet, nothing!

And then I kept flicking all the newspapers and articles in front of me. It was then that, an article entitled “Feminism bleeds blue” caught me and after reading it for three to four times I asked myself, why am I even reading it again and again?

I already knew what I had to write, and how and when? Then why was I wasting my time? I had none to spare.

What I wrote was not anything related to that particular article, really nothing about cricket, nothing about feminism, but something related to women. And as soon as I booted my computer again, opened the word file, words just came flowing by. And I was as stunned myself. Where were they hiding all night?

In no time I completed the paper and as soon as I hit send, I gathered that had my mind worked a little faster I wouldn’t have to be troubled the entire night. But no, it was waiting for some signal, I guess.

Feeling of contentment

How often does it happen with you, that you wake up in the morning and feel guilty at something in your life, despite all the things you are doing?

For me it’s really often. I would wake up in the morning and just feel like questioning me “What the hell are you doing with your life?”

I mean yeah sure, I work, I study, I go about the day as usual, but what exactly am I doing?

May be the answer is in the question itself, but there for me is no sense.

So there are days, when I rack my brain with nothingness and with overburdening questions. And there are days where I just feel content. Sure, nothing changes overnight, but my feeling does.

Today I got up in the morning with an unnerving feeling of contentment. I call it ‘unnerving’ because I know, just when I start relaxing with the feeling, the sensation of guilt overpowers all my sanities.

So, before I lose this astounding emotion, I just wanted to write it down somewhere so that I do not forget, the gratified feeling of contentment.

There will be days of happiness

Days of sadness,

I need not worry because of them,

As it all shall pass.

Being possessive

“I may seem sweet and nice but if you borrow my book and forget to return it, I will break a level of crazy that will make your nightmare seem like a happy place.”

 

Nothing that I wrote, but seems apt though.

 

It’s only sad that my friend who took my book would not read this. 😂😇