“It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.” - John Green Be it family, friend or a relative, people are the reason our emotions undergo change like some weird chameleon. It's a blessing to be in that childish and ignorant part of your life … Continue reading Revolving Doors
(Warning: This post is way too long for the weak hearted. Enter at your own risk) (Disclaimer: This is a work of sleep-deprivation. The writer/s have no frigging relationship to this post whatsoever. ) One day, when you have eaten something particularly indigestible, you’ll sit down for a long time and let your mind wander. … Continue reading Ramblings of an eccentric
He was sitting calmly at a corner table, earphones plugged in and John Legend’s ‘All Of Me’ beating away in his ear. He took a look at his watch. She’s running late. It had been almost half an hour since he sat down at that place. He was sitting at a window table in the … Continue reading The Incomplete Goodbye
(Disclaimer: I'm not Don Quixote neither am I on a mission to civilize. This is a work of joblessness and imagination and should be considered as such. All the facts stated here might hold true in a parallel universe.) The world has become too fast paced. We’re moving ahead and growing up too soon and … Continue reading Old Is Gold?
Somehow the train of thoughts never ends, of unsaid goodbyes and lost friends. All the good times in your heart embossed, Reminding constantly what you've lost. You wish there was some better way to end, a better way to let go of dear friends. It pains to drift away, to crumble with time, knowing very … Continue reading Unsaid Goodbyes
Like an agnostic who just discovered that God does exist, I was overwhelmed by the revelation a single phone call presented before me today. Frankly speaking, I suck at relationships of all kind (as much as the rest of the human race, probably more). But it’s surprising how a single strand of human emotion, a … Continue reading FRIENDS…
I may have left the school days behind, but the classroom never really left me. It’s still the same old routine of coming early, to fill the last benches first. Gone are the days of uniforms and lunchboxes, gone are the days of “kneel-down”-ing. The professor doesn’t give a damn and neither do we, we … Continue reading Last Bench