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.
Never stopping, faster than light and sound are the thoughts that keep on rambling fearlessly in our mind. Sometimes full of hope, at times with no scope. There are bad thoughts day and there are some of love and missing someone. Thoughts of someone not so special, of something that touched the core of hearts.
Tuesday, 23 June 2015
Saturday, 11 April 2015
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....
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