Let's talk today openheartedly, limitlessly. Hmm.. So tell me today?
Oh wait!Do one thing make a list of things what all you want to know about me and hand it over to me whether be it my marks, my personal life, my age or my salary?
Don't be angry aunty! I'm just easing your task and saving your phone bills. Just think if you will know everything about me then you don't need to call me again and again.
Wait! Wait! A new idea struck me. Let me write a book and then I'll send you a copy of it. Then do one thing distribute it among your acquaintances too. It'll be like shooting two birds with one bullet. You don't have to speak much as everyone will come to know about me and also the sale of my book will increase. Hmm..Hmm.. I know I'm smart.
Ok fine aunty! Don't get angry.
I know you love me you care for me that's why you call even before my result is announced. Yes! Yes! I remember you often call mom to enquire or should I say gossip about me.
Well! No offences
I know you love me. You love me even more than your own daughter right??
I understand and I wanna thank you for saving our phone bills and always entertaining us.
Baffled! No problem I'm there to explain See! you call us so often that we don't need to call you so our phone bills are saved Secondly, your gossips. Ah! truly They are even more entertaining than The Kapil Sharma Show.
And the one you told last time That Sharma ji ka beta Shhhh!! I remember you told it's a secret.
So yes! Thank you for everything dear relatives for caring so much for me. You know even I love you so much that I have to chant Hanuman chalisa before sleeping (you better know why?) especially before exams. Anyway Indian society is incomplete without you. You know yours "Tenu pata hai..."seems more interesting than news channels. Though we hate you but we love you .
Arre wait! I forgot to tell Divya has given her boards recently and Tanisha has turned 27. Update this information in your diary.
If I'd ever get a chance to go back 14 years in life, What would I say to 8 years old me? I'd say her to Study more mischief less? No! I'd say her that waiting is always worth it all, have patience with pain. Paint the strongest wings because you're gonna take a long flight to reach the horizon of the space.
You're not allowed to give up when those two massive failures hit you up, not even when most of your plans turn chaos. I know you're struggling to spell the word "Sports" in the Principal's room but trust me, My favorite team is Arsenal and I win badminton matches. India is gonna win the WORLD CUP 2011, you'd learn about cricket later. Trust me, You'd love it.
Never expect the society to be supportive because you'd need more than a pair of ears to dump their criticism in your heart. Most of your best friends would walk out, but you must be there for them and for yourself, first.
You may think that Mom and Dad are being too tough with you, but indeed, they'll be there, whenever I fall and never let me hurt.
I still remember how I used to reckon every drop of rain in monsoon. I wonder that what if I weren't cocooned into a box of loneliness, Could I still have become what I am today?
I've healed from the wounded past, I no more shed tears on those memories. The moments are meant to be lived only once, and the memories live in us forever.
The forced loneliness has taught me how to admire the world beyond my four walls and a pair of eyes. The first time in life I fell in love with the Solitude, when my little heart was broken because of the sunshine denied to peep through the curtains.
I realized that curiosity illuminates the darkness. That stubbornness of not giving up was the only option I had. The Phoenix should be burnt from outside to emerge from the ashes.
The last drop of my blood-stained on the journal, the history of pain was etched in it. Those insomniac nights, fed up a warrior with a pen. The crushed papers in the trashcan, breaths best-selling stories at the corner of the room. Poetry and Books become my 2 AM best friends.
Sometimes I don't know from where I start thinking, but for sure the trail has no end. Like a little kid crawling on a hoax, I'm not alive in my heart. I love a unique spark that escapes when a butterfly when it flutters its colorful wings, maybe somewhere in the darkness of a forbidden forest or in the other corner of the world.
Every piece of art that is hidden from the eyes is greater than anything beautiful that we see and adore. We fail to look up at the sky and read its love letters, sealed with blithe. Life is fleeting much faster than the fading smoke of cigarettes filled with everything temporary.
I'm afraid how many apologies I carved in my lips, buried under the soul and never counted how many graves become home for the moths of my lies. All those apologies that I owe myself was a beautiful lie uttered by a clown.
Paradoxically I shed some heavy tears when I laughed ironically on myths of love. Where there is a vast strayed sky, there'll always be a cluster of clouds holding the errands of art.
I was that thin line amid the world of dream and reality wandering like the dandelion without any passport. Believe me, I have never seen a thousand dawns pondering about my frozen heart. It was right there knitting the falling stars with the life and the prisoners of anxiety.
Far from the crowd was a quarrel of agony, a little squirrel lost the acorns from its treasure. Who cares?, perhaps a poet who is stealing the melancholia from the roots of an old Oake tree and tracing the rabbit holes beneath the hell.