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One moment please.

That relief you feel when you see their eyes stunned and their faces pained - even if for a second - that momentary relief! That is what makes us say hurting things, to be mean. That's what makes us want to scream and swear and make them cry. That relief that makes you feel that you don't have to bear it alone. It's eerily peaceful! That one short moment makes it less devastating. That you're not the only one with problems. You're not the only one fucked up. You are not the only depressed soul. You can  see the ghost of the laughter that still hasn't left their mouth before your outburst and it gives you hope, maybe even a little perspective. Suddenly, the world is a much bigger place and you're a barely-existent dot on that globe. You see the bigger picture. You see that there are much bigger problems. Problems that you would never, ever want to encounter. You see that the person standing in front of you - the person that you've just yelled at

Lessons - learnt the hard way.

If you don't make an effort to be remembered. You're forgotten. People leave. Heart shatters. Just a little lesser every time. Loneliness is way underrated. If you're confused about being with someone, then save them the heart aches - Don't be with them. Life is overrated and pointless. You're living not because you feel alive. You're living because there's still time for death. It wasn't love. It was a matter of priority. Don't hate so much. You're going to regret it too damn much when you see the person you hated with a burning passion reflected in that pitiless mirror. Love changes to hope, flickers and gives away by the way of regret. Hate - it intensifies. Ego is just a selfish way used to stay away from confrontation. It bows away only when its too late for anything else. And this last one I learnt after observing this elderly lady on the train back from Rajasthan. Love is having that one person in your life you want to s

What you mean to me - Fantabulous February

Like the burst of yellow in the ocean of green, Like the beautiful candle that molten wax had once been; Like the first sunrays on the cold gray sea, Like the intoxicating fragrance of the assamese tea; Like the closest friend one could have in a strange, new city, you fill my life with colors and make me feel pretty. The photo above is an inspiration taken from Kanika's Blog. Visit her blog to understand her take on the given photo.

Closure

I could have been 18 again, envied by every girl for being a girlfriend of the best-looking guy in the class. I could have been the introverted bitch with an "attitude problem" again. I could have been the girl who was laughed at for weeks because she tripped down the stairs onto a guy who resembled a stick figure! I could have been messed-up again, so much so that littlest things would set the waterworks off. I could have been the helpless romantic, who - in spite of having her heart broken - would have forgiven the guy just because it would save me the big fight and frankly, save me from going back to being alone. I could so easily go back to being that girl again; and I could have ended up having a memorable time. I could have forgiven the guy just because we liked the same band and hated the same subjects. I could have given in just for the familiarity and simplicity of it all. I couldn't help getting lost in an intoxicating reverie, with some acoustic

True Story!

Your true journey starts not when you choose and head towards your destiny but when someone special crosses your path and instead of moving on, you leave everything behind and follow that person not worrying,  for once in your life, about where you're headed or what you're leaving behind. ^_^