I write because...

I started writing when I moved to a different school in class 9. My first few write-ups were about the change I went through in the new group of friends and teachers.I continued because  I have an innate need to express. I write as I get my share of alone time while I write. I write as it’s my passion. Perhaps I write because I want to understand reasons behind all the messed up feelings I have.  I write as it calms me down. I write with a hope that someday I will be read through my blogs. I write as it reminds me of  all the ups and downs I faced. I write because I want to do what I love doing and do it often. I write as its easy to be understood this way.

Love

Love is when he calls with random cute names and she responds with a smile. Love is when she walks along with him without asking "Where". Love is when their heart communicate without words in silence. Love is when he teaches her to cook. Love is when she follows him everywhere in house after their fight to patch-up  Love is when he looks up, at the balcony while she sees him off for work, n they smile. Love is when you go out to eat and give him most of your French fries without making them give you any of his. Love is when he wears the shirt she gives for work. Love is when she spoils him with all the pampering. Wish I could find someone who will define love for me....

Pretension

It’s fun to watch kids while they pretend to sleep to get away from scolding, to watch them act sad as they don't get the toys they demand for. It’s adorable because we know it’s all done with cute intentions that are so important for them. As we grow, learn more and be aware of things around, we lose the innocence but the pretension remains. Intentions change but the assertion to be truthful and real is more.

It happens often now that I watch him lie; hear him narrate stories that have different versions, experience the fake feelings he portrays. But I never confront, may be because I don't want to hear more lies from him or maybe I want to see how far he can go with all his fake stories.

I wonder why people claim to be something they are not. Is it so difficult to remain simple? At times it is hilarious and there are times when it is painful and unbearable. All I need to do is learn to live with it and laugh every time I watch him lie.