Love can happened twice

She read somewhere that you don't really get what you want, rather you get what you need the most. Even better fact, you get it when you least expect..
That's rounds up her story now. It came down to what life does she want. Life which is not any different from what she has now. Her peace to continue with no compromise and adjustments. Her work to continue. Her search to find love and to be loved as passionately as she did. Someone who never did wrong to another women. Ambitious, respects everyone in family and extremely social with a passion to travel !! And yeah buys that dream house of her choice. 

Is it too much to ask for ...:P :P As per everyone around it is !!

So this is how the story goes....short and simple.

When she first met him she felt at peace. The 4 hour meeting seemed less. She wanted the time to stop and live the moment. She wanted to hear him more. She felt she was herself after a long time and yet was comfortable. With all the things going well a part of her paused to think if this is for real. All the ifs and buts clouded her thoughts and she took a step back. She wished it to be true yet was not able to believe wholeheartedly. Few months passed by but they didn't meet. Yet, when they met for second time it was even more assuring than before. She met his family, people who were important for him. It felt extremely comforting to be around his family. They made her feel welcomed and accepted. 

When she was tragically imperfect, impossible and perhaps, unlovable, second love gave her the opportunity to love and be loved once more. It gave her a reason to believe and trust.

Love # 2

She came along a long way, holding her heart with few visible cracks which didn't bleed anymore but with a unbearable pain. Though she lost the ability to trust she still has the hope to be in love, may be to rise in love this time around. She wanted to have her peace of mind in tact yet be able to have a career not just a 9 to 6 job.  She wished to find someone who was as passionate about her as she once was. Someone who loves to travel and extremely social. Who lets her be and yet inspires her with every action. Someone whom she can complement by being beside him. She wondered how will she know when he comes along. Would he say all the right things or there will be music all around, like in the movies.....

She has so started to wish for all the things she ever wanted to do and have as the years pass by...

Today...you are far away....

I have been thinking to write something about us from quite some time. And today as I sit with my laptop, I realize I don't feel a thing anymore. You must be happy I won't know. You sure were happy the day I left. I wish I would have left sooner and made no efforts to make things work. All the days of fights and silence are, blur. From most that I remember, I should have never looked back. Somehow, I don't own anything that smelt like you. I do the things I always wanted to do, without you holding me back. Sometimes I don't think, just do. More than anything, I wish it all never happened and I could just take a magnificent bite of the world and laugh out loud. It's almost an year, and I am happier than I was by far.

The Road Ahead.......

There is a long way to go. As she raised her eyes to look ahead she saw never ending path leading to the horizon.It's not very smooth,neither it is a rock bed. It seems very real, with few turns and crossroads.She can see people passing by, some never to return and few who leave lasting impression on her heart. Loosing few friends, finding some new acquaintances.With her head still raised up, she looked down and started walking and realized that any long journey starts with a small step and its taken long before she realized....

Selfies

Remember the time when only special moments were captured with a click. Remember it always used to be with a huge group of people, mostly the near and dear ones. And how the person clicking used to say cheeeeezeeee asthey clicked. Later it changed to paneeer. Every picture used to get into an album to look back after couple of years have passed by. It was intended to relive the special feeling we had to be part of that picture. When I visit my hometown, I find those albums kept secured in a drawer, each picture tucked on a black sheet with a tracing paper to keep them safe. My mom has preserved the camera too which my dad used to refill with a roll everytime we had some celebration at home. I wonder if we still have those special moments to capture or its a series of selfies n group selfies capturing the happiest look possible.I wonder when we will look at these clicks after few years, what will run through our minds ? The look might remind us of the fake noodles we were sucking. Or would it remind us of the lonely time when there was no one around and we had nothing better to do but to fake a smile and cherish the moment but sharing with the world....

He made me write again.....

I wonder how long it has been. Have I not been feeling anything to pick my pen again? Am I left with so many unanswered questions which made me forget where I started? It feels like something is missing in me or have I forgotten what I was capable of?

I promised myself that I won’t change my beliefs; I will remain pure and not lose my sanity. I will continue to trust, after every night there is a brighter morning. But I wonder if it’s the same me. As I look around I see people who want to start fresh but they don’t have that innocence to believe like a child or love unconditionally.  We all are observing, judging, looking for that one ray of hope which will give us the sign to move ahead and conquer it all. May be not just with love this time but with trust and respect.

I’m not brave as I was at the start, but I am taking all the courage I am left with to rise again, to bring all that I missed out, to bring that good which is left in very few of us.

Count...........

It’s amazing that we can’t count what really counts in our life. Have you ever wondered what that actually counts in life?  Is it winning the race or what you do with the status of being a winner after the race? It’s not what you achieved but how you attained that or how you reached that ultimate point. It’s not about which house did you buy, it’s about whom did you buy it for. Do we ever reach a point of complete happiness with everything in your life, is that what really counts? It’s the fact that we are working towards that point. Value the people who you know are at your side, not by spending everyday with them but by remembering them somehow in your busy schedule. We all make mistakes in life; it’s what we do after those mistakes that count. We all have a starting point and an end point. What counts is how we filled the blanks in the middle. We come across a lot of things in our life, witnessing more than we expect. What counts is which aspect of all those views we focused on. People around you are the greatest reflection of you. It’s not important who can you count on, what makes you a better person is how many of your friends can count on YOU.