Tag: love

  • Weavering

    Weavering

    Him: Hold my hand ;I’ll take you to the stars.

    Her: But my hands are full ; holding myself together.

  • “The Unconditional one”

    “The Unconditional one”

    Just like the two sides of a coin, life is basically a unpredictable bittersweet journey…..This ambivalence has more of  bitter tastes . These hard phases seem less difficult with someone to have your back on . Finding some genuine people has become so tedious in this generation .

    A beautiful and unconditional partner is not perfect and don’t want you to be perfect either . The right one will love your mess and will try to turn your insecurities into perfections. The one who makes you strong and life seems less difficult with them. Love does not only means a physical intimate bond , true intimacy is that when someone understands your unsaid thoughts . A listener , who is there for you. A true relationship is about love , trust , communication, respect, support and understanding through all ups and downs. The slow , uncomplicated , unconditional love where intimacy of eye contacts is more than anything else .This is the kind of love you deserve . The one who understands you without saying anything because they know you well . The love where everything is more than just physical attraction.You deserve someone who is sure of you , that you are very sure of .The love when you wait for each other to be perfect until and unless you both are ready to unleash the world.

  • The Neighbourhood Of Many Artists

    I will tell you a story. It has no beginning no ending. It is a story about how some people come into your life and make it worth living. When your problem is not only yours but theirs too. With every step, they are walking side-by-side. 

    In a quaint little town, there lived a girl named Maria. She was a delicate soul, battling schizophrenia. Despite her inner struggles, Maria possessed a remarkable talent for art. Her creativity flowed like a river, manifesting in vivid paintings and intricate sculptures.

    Every day, Maria immersed herself in her artwork, seeking solace in the world she created on canvas. Her paintings were a reflection of her innermost emotions, each stroke telling a story only she could understand. They were a glimpse into her kaleidoscope mind.

    One day, as Maria ventured outside for inspiration, she stumbled upon a young boy named Alex. His warm smile and kind eyes instantly captivated her. Unbeknownst to Maria, Alex had a unique gift of his own. He possessed an innate ability to understand people and connect with their deepest thoughts and emotions.

    Curiosity sparked between the two kindred spirits. Alex recognized Maria’s extraordinary talent and was determined to help her on her journey. With his gentle guidance, he encouraged her to embrace her creativity and channel her inner demons into her art.

    Together, Maria and Alex embarked on a remarkable journey, exploring the depths of Maria’s imagination. They delved into whimsical worlds filled with vibrant colors, fantastic creatures, and surreal landscapes. Alex’s presence grounded Maria, allowing her to navigate her tumultuous mind with newfound clarity.

    As they continued their journey, Maria’s art evolved. Her pieces became a testament to her resilience, expressing not only her struggles but also her triumphs and aspirations. The town’s people marveled at Maria’s artwork, mesmerized by the raw emotions they conveyed.

    With each passing day, Maria’s confidence grew. She discovered that her condition did not define her, but rather added depth to her perspective. Her art became a beacon of hope for others who faced similar challenges, inspiring them to embrace their unique talents.

    In the end, Maria’s creative spirit and the unwavering support of Alex enabled her to transcend her limitations. She became a living testament to the power of art and compassion. Together, Maria and Alex proved that sometimes, the most extraordinary journeys are not the ones we take alone but the ones we embark on with the helping hands of kindred souls.

  • Always Meant To Be

    Always Meant To Be

    When I was young, I read a book about the creation of humans. God created humans to be loved and to be in love. This is where the concept of soulmates comes from. When he created souls, he divided them into two halves and placed each half in a human. We need to search for our other half to feel complete; this is the ultimate purpose of our lives. The end goal.

    All my life, I looked for the love that would hold me captive, tightly bound, and unconditionally. Until one day, I entered my apartment building to find a new resident on my floor. Next to my apartment. Near me. So close. I saw her, all blue hair and black tattoos. Suddenly, I felt a surge of feelings come through me: my insides were warm, my head was spinning, and my heart was racing fast. All the things that I thought were cliché. It was real. Very real. I can feel it in my bones. The sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I’ve spent days and nights tracing the conversation in my head—what I would say and do when I eventually meet her. But now, at this exact moment, my words have failed me. She didn’t even notice me; too preoccupied with the boxes that were stacked up against the wall. Quickly, I ducked into my house, afraid she might turn around and see some stranger staring at her weirdly. I paced up and down, gathering my thoughts and trying to coordinate a conversation starter. Finally, I aligned my words and headed next door to introduce myself to my new neighbor, and I was surprised to see a new face, scarily similar to my “blue girl”, but with a different gender and black hair without tattoos. A young man in his mid-twenties smiled at me.

    “Hi! I’m Luke; I saw you earlier coming up the stairs. Do you live here?” The man introduced himself with a friendly grin.

    “Hi, yeah, I’m Harry, next door to yours.”

    After a few minutes of conversation, I discovered that “blue girl” was his twin sister, who came along to help him unpack. I was mildly disappointed that she was not my new neighbor, but had some great company in Luke. Soon days and months passed and I saw no glimpse of “blue girl”, I was hoping that she would come around to see her brother but was let down.

    On a Friday evening in the month of July, I returned home exhausted from work. I was getting set for a quite night’s sleep when I heard a tap on the door and answered it to find Luke standing there with a bright smile, asking me to join his house party. Despite being worn out, I couldn’t resist his eager expression and agreed to show up.

    The house was slightly crowded, with people mingling around with drinks and music. I slouched in a corner, sipping on a cup of soda, just people-watching.

    “Not a big fan of parties I see, and no alcohol either. You’re a real charmer.” I heard a voice behind me—a voice that made me feel dizzy and light-headed. At last, I turned around to see her. My blue girl.

    “I’m Louise, Luke’s twin. It is nice meeting you”. It all started from there. My life, a new beginning, the true purpose, felt complete; my heart soared high, my soul gleamed brightly, and it finally met its counterpart. The other half. The soulmate. 

  • OBSESSED 

    OBSESSED 

    PRESENT DAY

    I never knew this day would come.

    I could hear his footsteps approaching near the cupboard I was hid in. Tears would not stop falling from my face. My heart was screaming and that’s when it hit me that the saying had been true ‘it is always the quiet ones’.

    ‘Aditi’ he said in a maniacally absurd voice.

    I just wished I could go back in time and make all of this right. That was all I could think of in what I think were the last moments of my life. I just wished I never met Ryan ever in my life. I just couldn’t stop myself from thinking what had happened over the past two months and what a mistake I’ve made in my life.

    2 MONTHS AGO

    ‘Ryan’ was the most beautiful word I had ever known in my life. He had a delicate face with soft features and piercing eyes. He changed my entire life in just a few minutes.

    We met through a mutual friend of ours for brunch and that’s when we started casually chatting up. I being an extrovert just wanted to adopt the introvert him and love him for the rest of his life. I kinda liked him and…

    Yeah. I just could not find words to describe him. That was how badly he had affected me.

    ‘Aditi you’re pretty’ he said. And nothing more.

    I could feel the blush creeping up in my cheeks.

    Ever since that day we chatted, video called and met up at weekends.

    The days went on and on. On one pleasant Saturday morning, we were at the beach looking at the sunrise and talking. I just bared my whole soul to him trusting him with my life.

    ‘Ryan I know you like me’. I said

    ‘Aditi I know you like me’. He said

    We looked into each other’s eyes and shared our first kiss drenching into the warm rays of the sun and in the depth of each other’s love.

    Ryan wanted us to move in together.

    ‘Too soon’ I said to Ryan.

    ‘I love you’ he said.

    The honeymoon phase of us living together was the most beautiful until he started placing restrictions on me. He stopped me from going outside with my friends.

    ‘I’m jealous’ he said.

    ‘That is so cute’ I said.

    But his demands started growing and I started to disobey him, feeling why the hell should I obey him in the first place.

    He started being abusive verbally. I forgave him. He became more commanding towards me; I still forgave until it reached to a point where I couldn’t take it anymore.

    ‘I’m leaving’ I said.

    ‘You are not going anywhere’ he screamed.

    He hit me in the head. I felt the world spinning and heard him screaming ‘I’m doing this for you’.

    My head felt heavy when I woke up and Ryan was nowhere to be found. I tried the door and windows but they were locked. I felt myself panicking not knowing what to do I ran into the kitchen picked the sharpest knife and hid in the cupboard.

    FLASHBACK ENDS

    RYAN RYAN RYAN RYAN was all my head could process. I never felt such a terror in my life. He stopped in front of the cupboard and inhaled a deep breath.

    He opened the door with a creepy smile. I smiled back apologized for my behavior. He lifted his arms for me.

    I stabbed him. I ran away after making his death seem like a suicide. No police enquiry happened and the case closed pretty quickly.

    A YEAR LATER

    Now standing in the same beach with another guy holding my hand where I shared my shared  first kiss with Ryan. I did not feel any regret. I protected myself from someone who wanted to hurt me. I accept it was wrong but I don’t know.

    I’m human. I have my emotions and my own feelings to process. Sometimes the wrong can feel right. Initially I had problems in dealing what I had done but with the right person by my side I just want to start afresh.  I’m happy. 

    I DO NOT FEEL ANY REGRET.

  • a big fat desi wedding

    The decorations were breathtakingly done. The work done by the decorators was impeccable. Everything was colour-coordinated and most of it was pink and white. Those are the favourite colours of the bride, after all! It was the typical Indian wedding, with teenagers having vanilla ice creams, kids running around and their parents trying to stop them, and old ladies showing off their new jewels; basically, it was a big fat desi wedding.

    The atmosphere was filled with the smell of happiness and food! The groom was a handsome guy and his to-be wife, Inaya, was easily the most beautiful woman in the room. Her face was glowing with excitement and her eyes showed a tinge of nervousness. The single dimple on her left cheek was enough to make the groom fall. The rituals began and the smoke from the holy fire loomed over near the ceiling, much similar to the clouds of gloom looming over me.

    I slowly made my way to Inaya and the minute she saw me, her eyes twinkled and she pinched my cheeks. “Awww, thank you so much for coming! Did you meet Vihaan yet? You didn’t? Come, I will get you guys introduced.” She was rambling on as she always does and all I could think of was how lucky Vihaan was. I was snapped out of my reverie when I heard her say “I love you too Vihaan.” They were so cute together and she seemed to be on cloud nine! I stood there grinning at them when they turned to me. I pretended to ward off the evil eye off them and we laughed at that.

    There are some things that cannot be compared to anything else because if compared, it loses its beauty and divinity. Happiness is one such. She was so happy and after the seven rounds round the holy fire, when they were married, I realized that along with happiness, sorrow is also one such. No metaphor can measure the depth of sorrow and no writer can capture the essence of it. For the sorrow that I was feeling now…it constricted my heart and I felt a stabbing pain.

    Teenagers were having ice creams, but the flavour was now chocolate. Kids were still running around, though exhausted. Parents were trying to stop them but not with as much energy as before. Ladies were still gossiping, though not about their jewels. It was still the same: a perfect desi wedding and yet, something had changed. Things have changed and yet are the same. Inaya is now someone’s wife and yet my love for her is the same. Yes, I am in love with Inaya.

  • SHE CAME AS RAIN

    SHE CAME AS RAIN

    The story starts with a 22 year young Lee. She was a beautiful soul who used to embrace things around her in a blissful way until one day when she started vomiting blood fluid from her mouth. She was too scared that moment but gathered some hope and told this incident to her only parent, her mom. Her mom took that in her stride and got Lee checked from her nearby hospital. After few days, when the report came it was shocking for Lee’s mom as her child was suffering from Blood cancer at stage 4 condition. Lee locked herself in the room crying and blaming God that why this mishap is happening to her and she also has some dreams to live for. She called Ryan , her best friend and told about this in a very low tone. He didn’t answered and hung up the call. After a while , there was a knock on the door and Lee noticed that Ryan showed up at her home. Lee ran towards him and hugged him tightly accompanied with her sobbing. Ryan moved his fingers through her hair lines, making her calm. Lee’s mother was watching from the backdoor but she stood still to give those friends their private moment.
    Ryan was acting strong and he didn’t shed his tears in front of Lee as it would exacerbate the pain and the  whole scenario according to him. Lee asked Ryan to help her fulfil her last wishes before the day arrives and to this Ryan was mentally and emotionally ready.
    Next day, it was heavily raining and Lee called Ryan asking if they could have a walk on the streets. Ryan agreed to her without any questions. Ryan came first and he was holding his umbrella and was looking for her friend until he saw a glimpse  of a girl who was drenched in the rain , without any umbrella approaching towards him and later recognized that it was Lee. She took his umbrella and threw it in air. They both held each others hand and started walking in the streets. At that moment , Lee asked her that after her death , will he made a new best friend like her. To which he replied their is nobody like her and nobody can replace her space in his heart as her ‘only’ best friend and that he would miss her a lot. Lee decided that it was time to tell Ryan her wish and she said whenever rain is going to drizzle from the heavenly sky, just assume it that it is Lee who is showering her love from the heaven. Ryan promised her that he would definitely do that for her.
    Lee and Ryan continued their visits  at each others home and after few months Lee was admitted to hospital and she was kept on the ventilator. It was June 18′ 2007 and Ryan came rushing to her ward. When he came their, he became cold and still to watch her friend in the agonizing condition. He sat near her and held her right hand. Lee clumsily opened her eyes and said that it is time to bid her farewell with a bright smile while giving him a squishing hug. He became emotional and hugged her immediately and suddenly he noticed that her pulse became constant and she was not responding anymore. He was shattered to see that she died in her arms with a smile. All of a sudden rain started drizzling and Ryan came out of the hospital and remained still to absorb each and every essence of that moment.

  • Colors and Romance

    Colors and Romance

    Fresh memories you make each day,

    Deep down you travel thee way,

    My love you made me smile

    Wen each morning cup of tea occur by my side,

    Dressing up is never boring wen u stand by and admire

    Colors though not my game as court is always my way

    But you being in town gives new colors to air

    My black turns to yellow and white becomes the blue

    I fly high and deep to get amalgamate as rainbow,

    Your look adds charm of red to my cheeks,

    And your touch makes me spark to glitter gold,

    I wish moments to hold a while before clock hit the time and say goodbye…

    P.S: love never dies rather it grow old with days, months and years, but it’s not always there that we make journey stories with the one we started with. Rather, we fall torn in between sometimes. This doesn’t end the way to us because pyaar se hum jitna bhaagte hai who hume uthna hi sochne par majbhur karta hai, isliye pyar ke jaane par pyaar karna na bhool apitu dubara pyaar kar kyuki “CHILL MAAR” kehna hi kaafi nai …chill hona bhi hota hai.

    As wisely said:

    “THE ONLY WAY TO ESCAPE LOVE IS TO FALL IN IT AGAIN.”

  • “THE UNSAID WORDS WITH U”

    “THE UNSAID WORDS WITH U”

    The gloomy way we talked over,

    Things were tore apart,

    I hold the words as never did before,

    Might be I don’t want to untie the tags we made around,

    You came into dark world when fling of my heart was around,

    Wrapping the flings, with sowing of different reasons to grin,

    A word or phrase was never my part but the pitch that took me apart,

    Sunday evening were unsay,

    Wen grin turned to gloom way,

    O thee man, your silence is my pain

    Blues of Monday were glimmy in all vain,

    Our togetherness in tandem is a sweet harmony,

    Upon the monotony of nights

    I sit and watch for clock to hit sharp,

    Knowing morning is far

    A bit flying to see you another time,

    A bit left reading what you said the last…

  • Chaos and serenity 

    Chaos and serenity 

    Austin Cruz D'Souza

    ♧Amidst the brewing of a storm, the silence has a sense of conflict and the chaos fosters a touch of serenity.♧??