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It was a month and a week since we’ve been in a relationship. We just had a month anniversary on Wednesday. With you the relationship was amazing, no day I can think of when you didn’t make me believe more in how beautiful love can be . Now after 6 months, I say that I wish I have said it back then. I was not just immature , not just silly , not just lost , I was crazy to take that long to finally be able to realize. I still remember the day, a normal coffee after tiring lectures, and how foolishly you put all your feelings upfront, (Yeah, you are foolish to fall for somebody like me, somebody who takes this long to figure out if he’s in love, guess my momma is right about me, that I am too slow at things, I couldn’t agree more, I’ll stop defending myself, once and for all) you were foolish to make that coffee into a date all of a sudden, but I am glad you confessed your feelings for me that day, or dumb me would never have realized how good you are at loving somebody and ex...

  Hi everyone, this time, let's talk about something typical this time "Life", but in a different way this time, give it a go...   To   many of the people   life   is a journey , to some it’s a   flowing water . While to some it is an elevated version of a   somebody else's life . Sometime it's a   flying bird   to someone and a   caged one   to other, it's a question with limitless answers and with scope of infinity. But, when you think of mending your life and expressing it as some other whole new story, what it would be?   Will it be a   falling leaf   of an old tree, or a   young drop of water   resting on some leaf. Will it be   a clay   with millions of possibilities to become, or   a stone   carved into everlasting something.   A child   with whole life ahead or   an old   wrinkled person bedridden because of some incurred illness.   A new plane ...

Hi , welcome again. You know.... Compan y of someone special really makes us a good person, it makes us do things in a better way, or in some cases it makes us do things while earlier we were all lone, and detached from outer world. After a quality of time together, we find ourselves into that person, and into some good things we never want to stop doing, including being with that very person . Now we talk to them like filling out the slam book , like they question a drop & we answer with ocean, and we totally not aware of how silly we are being, how “ at risk ” we are. Immature is fine, can be helped, but must avoid going insane. We've raised our ( imaginary ) relation with that person so damn high , that if we fall from there we'd die of depression and anxiety & don't know what else, it'd just shatter into pieces of something that was made so fine and eye catching with those little pats of kindness . Now we are in deep fear of ending up there, s...

Every morning when I use to walk to school, see you with your friends pass by in a car, I only dreamed of having, always gave a picture that how sorted and happy your life is. While in school you were so carefree, to my so-called taught manners smoking, drinking and stuffs were bad, but watching you do that, didn’t feel so wrong. With passing time, I found myself falling for a person who was bad and manner less according to my ‘ so-called ’ manners. I guess it was so because, I was watching you enjoying life. While here with those manners I’ve been taught to follow, my life was a misery, a kind of burden. I wished to live the way you do, but I was so scared to step out of my manner-boundaries . So, eventually, I fell for a person ‘they’ won’t accept. The wrong felt so right. You were good looking, and for sure I did know, you had lot of guys hooking on to you just for that ‘ lust-thing ’. I bet nobody had a genuine feeling, it was just your body to them. And words spread so fast, fa...

Here’s an usual thing that keeps happening now and then, but there’s something unusual too… Mornings were sunny , when you use to wait for me to get to school, I use to get both of us into trouble by running late every time, and we both get scolded almost every time. Afternoons were warm but comfortable , when you use to keep the table unoccupied for me, even if you find yourself into a quarrel for that. Evenings were cold and dark, but with you taking me to that favorite park of mine, walking a mile with me, even if your legs hurt in sleep, with you in dark I felt bold . Nights were quiet and shush , but with you helping me out with homework and getting this lazy ass to do tons of homework with that ease, shush were meaningful than a meaningless clatter . That immature childhood , with maturity of care, compassion, empathy, affection , and childhood with maturity of clueless love , we carved plans for future. I always wanted to own my a café, which you helped me to build ...

Each time I know you a bit more, I admire you a little more & with all regards I find myself farer from the fact that one day i'll lose you. The fact became reality, we lost each other, but the mutuality we had, won't fade, those thing's, feelings we use to share, won't fade. But we sue to ' the fact ' and walk different paths, we keep wondering, thinking about that one step that gone wrong and we ended up here, we keep wondering and wondering and wondering, the moment we spent together were so damn real to end up being a lie, but I know it wasn't a lie, you know it wasn't a lie, we know 'us' wasn't a lie, it was the most perfect truth I've lived.  After lots of thoughts in all directions, we ended up blaming karma, destiny, and all kind of senseless reasons. But somewhere, just somewhere apart from these solitary self of us, somewhere within these senseless reasons, somewhere far from all discomforts, looking at the deep dark ...

Here's a small story, its more of a thought I had lately which I thought I should be sharing... Don't forget to comment your thoughts... :) . . Life’s a stage, where we all entered alone, Some are sweet, some sour, they laugh & moan. Tonight, we have a costume contest, All were wearing witches and monster’s. Passing through the lobbies, where I carved my hobbies, Somebody put their arm across my shoulder. Said ‘ Tonight is costume contest, didn’t you know ’, Adding, ‘ look, I got Frankenstein, what about you? ’. Said ‘ why you are not trying the contest? ’, I said, ‘ because, I have no costume. ’ A thought passed my mind, so quick it did wind. In this world of fakes, For one’s sake, Some costume we make, For other, a different one we take. The wardrobe one I have is full, Some are synthetic, some natural as wool, I don’t know, where I get more, I can’t dump old, some are special, some chore. Well, I entered the stage with no suit, They gazed so...