You lay there paralysed on that mattress, lifelessly staring at some trivial spot on the wall or through the window, eyes open with vacant gaze yet shut down to all emotions, your body in the present moment but your soul disengaged, wandering aimlessly in the promenades of past, going through all the worst times, over and over and over, like a broken record.

Your brain, destined to be your masterpiece, now lays as a worthless glob in the vault of your head, functioning only to further add agony, thinking and overthinking about ‘whys’ and ‘whatifs’ and whatnots.

Plagued by immaterial thoughts and unanswerable questions, you are sucked into the vortex of misery, you make a labyrinthe out of your own thoughts, you complicate your own life and then you wonder why you can’t get out.

And your heart, too tired of all this, grows weaker and weaker. As you subject yourself to more pain, its strings take the impact of it all. And slowly and slowly, when it gets too much to handle, they break. They break one by one, until there’s nothing left. And your heart is too fragile to pump blood for your own body.

Is that what you’d do to yourself?

And then there’s nothing, your mind stops the crazy loop of thinking and overthinking and you, you don’t want to feel anymore, you are revulsed by the idea of being passionate or too intense.

And that is how you end up arriving to a vast stretch of numbness.



Midnight epiphanies.

You know what they say. You win some. You lose some.

You lose some friends from your life and for a significant amount of time you feel dreadfully hollow.

And then you make new friends that fill in their void and now you are no longer empty.

But I think that I’m tired of running away from the ghosts that people carry. I no longer want to be haunted by them or ignore their existence rather I want to be comfortable in their presence.

I want to look at those monsters, those vile creatures,  those demons right in the eye and show them that they do not horrify me.

That they do not affect me. That their existence does not change my perspective towards the people I have always loved,  before I knew of the burden they carried and I will always continue to love them, no matter what.

Because I know that I’m not shallow or judgemental.

That at times, I perceive through my heart and not my brain.

And I will always hate the sin, not the sinner.


you looked at me like crazy when i told you i want to bathe in chocolate. is that how much you love chocolate?, you had asked me. i smiled, the kind where my lips would always curve incomplete, and gave you a shrug as we lay down on the grass on a uphill slope gazing at the almost non existent stars in the sky. an inexplicable silence fell upon us. i turned my head and looked at you for one long minute but you were too engrossed in your thoughts as you peered infinitely at the jet black vastness spreading up above us. i then gently followed my gaze above too. and as i peered absentmindedly at the sky above, i wondered if you would ever know how passionate i could be about the things i love. but i never told you thinking that it would scare you off. i never told you a lot of things that went in my mind. and you didn’t said much about yours too. but sometimes you did. and you always believed that your thoughts were more messed up and everything in your life was much more complicated than mine. and i let you believe that. because i never let you get a whiff of what actually went inside my head, that there was a pandemonium, a mayhem, a frenzy beneath this calm exterior. but i never told you and so you always thought of me as a girl who’d had a simple life,  with everything planned out ahead. little did you know about my cacophonic thoughts playing brownian motion inside the walls of my head, contradicting every feeling i pretended to feel. but you, you thought of me as a neat girl who hadn’t seen the horrors of life or fell into the cataclysm of this world. but maybe you were true because the definition of them for you and me always differed. at least in my head. but i never told you that. and there were a lot more instances where you completely misread me. and i let you do that. and i still wonder why i ever did so.

but there’s never any answer. or the answer yet again is something i would only like to keep to myself. something, i always tend to do, keep things to myself.

and i wonder, if you ever knew me at all.


Why has the world become so superficial nowadays?

Is fat really the worse thing that can get?Does height really define the way you treat people?
Being popular is the only way to deserve respect?
Only those who have money can be happy?

Why are we putting such restrictions on our mind?

It is high time to ponder what good are we going to get classifying people based on their superficial qualities most of which are beyond their own control.

Do people really get to judge others that way?

Are we that vain?

Just because a person hasn’t been blessed with super fast metabolism or enough stamina to work the adipose tissue out of the body,  doesn’t mean that you get the right to look at them as someone beneath you.

Or just that their bones haven’t grown long enough according to your standards.

Or the fact that not everyone is blessed to be charismatic.

Or that not everyone is born with a silver spoon in their mouth.


Is it that such people aren’t happy? Most of them are. Then why is society so repulsed with the idea of them.


Aren’t humans born to be a certain way? Not everyone has the same priority to become the slimmest or tall or famous or rich.


It is okay to have such things as priority. It’s totally okay to have your own thing, own mantra, own mindset about life, about the world. But it is definitely not okay to judge people that they don’t have the same mindset as yours, its not okay to be narrow minded enough to put in snide remarks and pass it off as a joke, it is not okay to deliberately hurt someone just because they are not up to ‘your’ mark.


Maybe some people put their time, effort and energy towards becoming kind, compassionate, generous, broad minded and open hearted that they do not have the time to bend their backs over other things, which for them are just superficial characteristics.


People, live for themselves and they do not live for YOUR aesthetic pleasure.


Maybe you have to ask yourself, are you really contended and happy with your life?

Maybe that’s the only thing that should matter!




I laugh as we talk and the tinkling voice makes you smile, that doesn’t go unnoticed by. I know how much you love it when I laugh that way, wholeheartedly, so much so that my voice tinkles. I tell you that my time is up and I have to go. And you just say ‘okay go’. I want you to stop me, to say don’t go or ask me to wait because that’s what I want, I want you to miss me and I know that you do but yet you just say okay go. I wordlessly clamour for your attention, I sigh as I realize that it has now become my addiction. Your eyes gaze deep into mine and you give me that playful smile and you say go. Yet you just sit there and listen as I try to push my limit and stay with you a little longer. You don’t ask me why I haven’t gone yet even though I’ve announced a numerous times that I  need to go. I blush as I realise that you know how much I want to stay. Although I know somewhere in my heart that even you want me to stay too, you just don’t say it out loud and I crave for you to. And each time I have to leave, I’d ask you to say bye, to give regards, to tell me that you’d miss me the time I’ll be gone but you never do that. Instead I say it all, from your side as well as mine. I tell you to take care, I tell you how much I’d miss you each moment we don’t spend together and I tell you bye. And just before I leave, I ask you to utter a bye, just once but you don’t. You just say okay go. It would irritate me to not end but you’d just laugh it off, that playful look in your eyes and all my irritation would vaporise. You always knew how to use that look in your eyes to your advantage, you knew how easily I melted with that look. And time flies by, the world has revolved for a good while around the sun, the seasons changed, and yet its the same. Each time we have to depart, I’m the one who says bye and you’re always the one to say okay go. But one day, its not the same, there is adrenaline in my veins, heart beating overtime, blood gushing wayward through my vessels in a rush and all of these would have been the good kind had they not been accompanied by the ache in my heart, throbbing pain in my head, with flare of my nose and the worst, tears in my eyes. I’m so angry, so so angry, the kind of anger where it gets even difficult for you to breath. So angry that I lose my senses and this time we depart, I don’t say a bye, I tell you okay go but there’s tears in my bloodshot eyes and your eyes do not have their usual gleam as they whisper to me a quick ‘bye’. Little do I know that you dash out, more anger in your body than mine, anger at yourself that you made me angry, and you lose your senses in a way far worse than mine. So much so that this time you really meant your farewell when you whispered me that bye. So much so that you really did go away when I asked you to. Now, you don’t breathe anymore and I, I wish I wouldn’t too but I guess this time, my time is not up yet. So, I breathe although it takes me a lot of effort to. And I don’t think my voice will ever tinkle that way and my laughs, oh my laughs will always remain hollow.


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One of the most profound thing I’ve ever observed about humans is the erroneous presumption they have about themselves. False assumption about themselves to be always right, to be always the victim.

Most of them at least. Although there are a few wise souls which are to be exempted from this, since they have gained the wisdom to retrospect themselves beyond the innate error each human possesses.

Simply put, each person I’ve come across wants to believe that they are in the right for every argument they have. Wise enough to assume, since they wouldn’t have been having the argument in the first place if they hadn’t believed that they were right. Though, there are a few people who argue just for the sake of arguing or knowingly argue even though they know they are wrong because they are conceited enough to think that they can twist the argument in their own direction. Such people, very clever people I might add, have to be spoken about much in detail for such less light on their malicious ways does no justice.

Coming back to our point, one of the innate error I’ve observed in human beings, not every but significant amount of humans, is that they always want to assume that they are correct. They do not stop to ponder upon themselves, what if I was wrong. No, such behaviour doesn’t ‘seem’ to them reasonable specially when they need to think rationally but they are distracted by their hot headedness in circumstances where they need to tread with extreme caution.

Why is it that they cannot bear to imagine that they could be wrong at this place. Maybe they are the one who are toxic to the other person. That they are the ones to blame. Maybe if they realize that they have committed a mistake, maybe a very small one but albeit they did commit one and own up to it things would’ve gone much better. Sadly that’s usually not the case.

Firstly there is the problem of false assumption that they are automatically in the right. No restrospection upon their own actions, for if they did they would’ve realised that maybe their assumption wasn’t right all along. Second, there is a problem of massive ego wherein a person comes to realise his own error, that he was the one who was wrong but doesn’t owns upto it. Because the vanity of pride overtakes their senses and they do not want to appear foolish claiming that all along they were arguing for nothing when all of it could be easily solved with a simple apology. It is now foolish of them to not apologize but they don’t realise this, because as I said not every human is wise enough to look beyond their error, to accept that there is some innate error. And the world would be a better place if all of us, ascertained our actual footing each time we got ahead of ourselves, be humble enough to realize that sometimes we are in the wrong when we argue and we are the ones to make mistake and in the end be courageous enough to own upto it, to apologize for their mistakes.


After all, to err is human and to forgive is divine.

I was overwhelming with a plethora  of intense emotions as I wrote this and this is just my opinion about us, humans. And I’m open to accept that my opinion could be wrong. 


I’m engulfed in the comfort on my bed on a lazy Monday morning, I say lazy because I have nothing productive to do. Its a holiday. I’m a Monday person, believe it or not. I love going back to the grind after a refreshing Sunday. But when Monday is a holiday, I feel sad. Since my summer vacation is going on, it is no different. I don’t even have to remember the days, everyday is monotonous, I’ve got no tasks for my beck. I devour the solitude before everyone wakes up, solace of seclusion of my room before I’m whisked away from my home for vacation and I’ll have to be surrounded by people twenty four seven. There is no place like home. I try to enjoy my last morning of this summer lazing, my mind buzzing with random thoughts which are halted by a text I receive from my friend, asking if I was free.

I missed her. It had been months since I had spoken to her. Not just because the both of us were too busy with our lives, but because the whooping time difference of almost twelve hours made it very difficult for us to catch up. We weren’t the kind of friends who’d casually text each other. It is that either we have a long hearty conversation or nothing at all. Only extremes.

Have you ever had that feeling, damn how did I end up finding a friend like this? That’s the exact feeling I get every time I speak to her. If you just look at both of us, you’d never imagine that the two of us could be friends. But once you personally get to know the two of us, you would totally understand that it would be insane if we weren’t friends. The kind of friendship just flows so smoothly, I fall in harmony with her every step. Maybe that is how you feel when you speak to your soul sister. That is what we call each other. I wish I could write a blog post about her. The unique amazing person she is. She is one of a kind. She is always engaged in a world of her own, hardly caring about anything else. The kind of person who would do things on her own comfort rather than following the crowd. I look upto her for this very amazing nature of hers. And when I say, she never fails to surprise you, it is the best one line I could sum her up in. The kind of person who you HAVE to get to know. I have friends who had casual conversations with her and they say ‘we don’t get her’. Because she is the kind of person, you just can’t figure out superficially. To appreciate her, you need to delve in her depths. Those who had actually sat down and spoke to her can only understand what I’m speaking about. The best kind of people are those who I can have open minded conversation, those who are firm about their values and opinions but would give a chance and actually listen to other’s opinions, try to understand just for the sake of understanding what the other person wants to tell you. And yes yes yes, she is that kind of person. Her mind is the best thing about her. And I feel so awful that I just can’t do justice to her with all these words, I just fail to capture her perplexity, her astounding self.

And each time I speak to her, I feel like a certain part of me has changed for the better. Like I’m able to figure out one more fit to my disarray of puzzle pieces of life. I feel all the musical notes that would define my existence are in harmony, only if just for a while.

Have a nice Summer you all. I absolutely hate summer, I hate the hot hot weather. Although, the mangoes are a plus but I would rather be in winter. Or even better rainy season. It is like I’m deluged by sadness this season. Summertime sadness.