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Futile

October 2, 2019

The Monochromatic morning

The grey sky is as it might rain

Just like life, its too a broken promise

Except still we wake up and evolve.

I walked 255 days to office

Might as well should not have stopped at all every day

Like people from the stories,

The quest to find true inner meaning ,

Except I am not People neither a story

Reality is stressing about that one conversation,

Ending each day without knowing the happy ending

Confusing,infuriating and irritating

And we all live ,generations have lived through and through..

——Be proud for every day .

I walk to my work every day (that number I eye balled the day…!!)and I reflect on a lot of things on the way and some days it feels good to have thoughts which leads to happy endings and other days I reach office,open my notes app and write the pieces like above.

Mostly I think some of the parts of the above content are relatable to most people(Please tell me it is!!!)

PS:The other day me and my sister was having dinner at this street side shop and this guy came to store,he was hungry and poor and was clearly eyeing the food they were serving.And my sister straight up went to him asked what he wanted and bought him food and I was just standing there gwaking.#worldmightbeabeyterplace #braggimgrights and yes my sister is great..

Walk Towards the Fire

September 4, 2019

She walks towards the door its like a new found freedom.she want to be alone,maybe not!!

Its over now what her heart wants is what she will do she wont run away from problems or consequences but the image to live the dream is more than anything.

she need this, she deserves this whatever happens everything happens for a reason and that power she is not going to leave it in vain,except her heart was beating harder and faster.

The doubt is all present and then she clasped both hands tightly takes deep breath and opens the door.
——valiant to freedom

This is a simple but a positive piece and its about not just surviving but conquering the dreams and all the people girls and boys, men and women even though we were taught to sacrifice for others or be modest, the thing you should prioritise is you and I did learn it the hard way.

Love yourself and follow the dreams…because its one life and at end we could say at least we tried.

PS: word of wisdom is Do not want do not do it and if you want something you are given with no other choice than to do it.

Layers

September 1, 2019

We are layers

We have layers

The layers we show others

And then the layers we cover ourselves with

Transparent yet strong, solid personas

When the impersonal veil falling over caressing

Under there remains a vulnerable yet strong being

Who won’t do the wrong of lifting it again

To be destroyed as the first half is mended

With the thread of hope all alone

The art of fixing yourself is not what we learned

And that’s what taught us to not believe

———the art of decimation

When I observe people…generally….(ya even its a bit creepy) So when I observe people..I feel like its not the real person I am talking to..and that made me see things might have caused them t do or behave differently in front of other people.Its not just filter that people have these days its a Packed and sealed person.We are afraid to open our minds and that’s how it should be in today’s world.It is what inspired me to write this piece.

PS:Every one has perception,way of life,childhood..present, past,hopes and its their version at the end makes their story.

Living in a parallel universe

August 7, 2019

Why always start a sentence ‘When….’

Maybe it’s the new trend,

Maybe because I feel like nothing is happening,

Now that my inner conscience thinks

Everything will or once took place.

——living in some parallel universe

This piece was part of an observation.We all ignore this way of our life,Instagram captions,tweet and when we have conversations it always start with “when”.

Its just an observation and wrote this with it.That was some BTS for the above content.Have a great day.byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee….

PS:Dream as much as you can

What you can do is little…

July 25, 2019

Like the life I am living is not what I dreamed of

But no one see me complaining.

Why!

You can never know the life you never had

And what you have is nothing like you had before

The guilt is there deep inside hidden

In the same chamber where a few months back

You have dug a grave to bury the future you so wanted.

———–being ungrateful.

17.Her thoughts on a Monday night.

June 24, 2019

She is feeling it

How hard she is trying to hold herself

Thinking how hard it was to get out of that pit

That pit of hardness

Darkness

Sadness

Isolation

She is holding herself as much as she can

The plea in her mind to not look back

But that won’t work

The pieces she is holding are

Slowly deliberately fading

And that one day, She is going to drift

Drift away from the reality

To a place where time stays still

And then all the promises she made

To herself which

Got sucked into the black hole

And their she would be standing

Waiting to be sucked into too.

——– unleashed thoughts on a Monday night.

My Project 22,end of a beginning.

June 18, 2019

Hi all, it is my birthday on 27 of this month so there are only 9 days left. And last year when I turned 22 I had planned to do a 22 things blogs where I add 22 posts about the things I learned, I experienced in my life. And as you are reading it in this platform you seem like a hardworking writer or a blogger or a good-hearted person who is still reading this and please don’t judge me, let me say I fucked up, I procrastinated hard throughout the year.

But in my defense, it was all not all a flop I did things, I read a lot, I traveled too. I wrote but not as much as I like and I still have a lot of that number that I need to reach a 22 number to complete my project 22.

And I surely do not want to go this to an unfinished one so why not just add 1 year of my life to these blogs. That is because I have had more experiences this last year than any compared.so I am going to put on blogs to finish my project and my stories last year.

I will be writing about my new life,How it has changed me,What new things i have learned and much more.I am not promising on any pleasant stories.

Have a good day.

The girl in the window.

January 7, 2019

It is Sunday evening,the sun is still blazing but in a mild 4’o clock way.she finally gets out of her room just to walk to the end of the small corridor in her floor.Its just that the far end of the corridor has a window which looks down to a small gali/path.Its a small one and their are other buildings just touching the small way on both sides.she slowly walks to the window sill tying her hair into a messy high pony and adjust her top to stand near the sill by supporting her head in hands at the same time crossing both arms in front of her.

The sun light was not unbearable as she was looking down the lane you watch the activity.even in the small gali cars and rickshaws were parked.it was not that cold to stand in that winter evening as the warm sun was glazing at her forehead and the rest is hid well due to building just opposite to hers.

A stray dog was walking down the path smelling the ground and she has seen him many times now and get attention seemed to take off from the dog as her gaze shifted to a mother with her child in the street just standing their.’will she have children’? ,
she mused.maybe,maybe not as she thought she never showed any motherly signs.Never wanted to as it seems.Again her gaze averted to the old women diagonal to her building standing their taking the dried clothes from the rope.the women was standing a floor down to her hence she could not gaze much longer which would make her a creep if the other women just looked up .

So she averted her eyes to the street again to find the dog walking towards a car and got under it to find itself comfortable in the position.maybe to take a nap.

Lately she was feeling much depressed about things,maybe more of anxiousness,as a new year is beginning she really feels stuck.Kind of an end ,she see’s it more than beginnings.Why people feel so happy because something comfortable is ending she thinks.All she could think is what would happen if everything started over again and it seems so overwhelmingly lungful.A huge sigh escaped her lips.She do not want to think about that.

She hoped she could stand their looking out of the window.It would not need interactions with people.Her hands searched for her earphones.’Oh!i forgot it in the room’.She wanted music, which kept her sane these days so she would not hear her thoughts and worry more.Hence she started humming an old Hindi song which she was listening earlier.She stood their not worrying anymore,away from the people,away from the social media,away from any obligations just her stood their she could feel all the new year leaving and it could be just another day in the phase of earth and her life.

That Uncomfortable Talk.

September 18, 2018

She wakes up a little discomposed these days.Never have she felt so irritated with anything else that having to wake up the morning with the windows open as the construction site workers make a noises as ever and the early school buses honking while waiting for children.This is because of her new room mate who leaves early for work with the windows open.

The conversation she had with her room mate last night has gone to dustbin again.It cant be called a conversation as the person who was talking is not at all her,even though the small suggestion she made in between the roommate’s rants had gone unnoticed as it seems.

She thoroughly remember the first time she saw this girl one evening 2 months ago as she was introduced by the landlady.She politely introduced herself even though the other girl was so absorbed in a call and most probably did not heard her name at all and she still believe that the name is unknown to her.Once she cut the call she started talking to her like she was her best friend for years and till date she hasn’t stopped talking to listen to her once.

Since she cant share the whole rent on her own she has to adjust with the girl till she do not know when,often she wont directly comes back to the room right after office but prefer to go up to the roof of her building and stand looking the view for hours.

She herself is new to the city and does not have much friends herself seems to have some quite time at these hours.The fact that she is not at all good at socializing is not an added advantage to the situation as well.

In these long hours she would think ,She does not have that courage to stand up for her comfortability just because she hate to be hated by a person whom she hate the most.This could be over just in a minute and she could have peace .She just runs out on her problems.It would not happen for long.

But that day for fifty third time as she went down to confront her room mate so that she could have peaceful mornings, as she opened the door.

All that she said was ‘hi’.