Fall in love with a writer

Fall in love with a writer
And kiss her ink-stained finger
For remember they turned pages;
Pages in which your thoughts still linger.

Fall in love with a writer
And watch as she writes a new
letter, a word, a sentence
Watch, as her writing strips you.

Fall in love with a writer
And be the reason for her blushed look
When you will look carefully between the words
You will find yourself in her book.

Fall in love with a writer
And win her with your ‘I love you.’
As she is disarmed in your embrace
Do write her a line or two.

Fall in love with a writer
And watch how she falls back in love with you.

The dinner table conversation

The dining table always proved to be the perfect backdrop for deciding things. Today it was for the little child to decide whether their parents were childish in their adulthood.
‘So, basically, you people blushed, gushed and dropped your ‘I Love Yous’ like it was some loose change? And, and you’ll acted like teens in your mid 20s?
Spoons clattered in perfect symphony as if it was invisibly orchestrated to provide a background score to the child’s innocence.
He looked at her. She still look amazing behind those oversized specs. The wrinkles just added another layer of intrigue to her. ‘For you, a thousand times over‘ he thought. Reading his mind, her face changed colour as she smiled.
‘Yes.’ The word was a perfect epilogue to all what he was feeling. And he was feeling a lot.
‘But you must have looked so stupid!’
He looked at her. She was waiting like a teenage girl. Waiting for him to say something simple yet magical. Waiting to fall for him all over again.
He knew his cue.
Leaning over the table he ruffled the hair of his kid and said,
‘It was totally worth it.’

He

He gulped another single malt. It was his ninth drink (probably tenth) of the night, but He didn’t care. After all, it was the night of self pity. It was the night when you compare yourself with no one in the world and you still manage to lose.

He lived on the first floor and his neighbour lived so far that it wouldn’t be surprising if they didn’t even recognize each other. Loneliness was creeping upon him and He needed to meet new people. Make friends. Hence He had decided to give the bar a shot. 9 drinks later (probably 10), He cursed himself for taking that decision.

He ordered for another drink. As his eyes wandered across the room, He saw a pretty Asian girl, with a familiar face, enter the bar.  Wasn’t she the girl from the second floor? He thought hard. Yes! Li. That was her name. She looked alluring. She was well dressed and was wearing a smile that even reflected in her eyes. Their eyes met and almost on cue she started walking towards him. It was either the loneliness or the alcohol which started making his heart beat faster and skip the very next beat at the same time.

She reached his table, and stood besides him. Looking around and finding no empty seats, He stood up and offered his seat to her. Noble. That was what He was known for. She gracefully eased into the seat and stretched her hand forward. “Hi, I am Li. We see each other quite a lot, but we’ve never talked.”

His eyes never left her’s. He was dazed and mesmerized. He didn’t even took and shook her hand. It lingered in the air for eternity. He wanted to say things, but due to his inert (INtrovERT) nature, He didn’t even make a slight movement. Not even a blink.

Finally gravity resumed, and Li’s hand fell by her sides. She felt embarrassed. Angrily, she got on her feet and said, “It would have been elementary if you would have at least not ignored my hand. Thanks for not reacting.” Hurt, she stormed out of the bar.

But He was Helium, a noble gas. He never reacted.

Disha

As a child, Disha used to like solving anagrams. Finding order from chaos, patterns in random, was what she loved. It was not just a mere rearrangement of letters. It was fighting the natural order and reaching esoteric heights.

When she saw the STATUE OF LIBERTY, she thought it was BUILT TO STAY FREE.

When she saw a DECIMAL POINT, she actually heard it say- ‘I’M A DOT IN PLACE.

She turned down a DEBIT CARD because she saw BAD CREDIT in it.

And for her, TWELVE PLUS ONE and ELEVEN PLUS TWO, were two directions leading to the same destination.

When her crush walked up to her and said, ‘O YOU EVIL“, she was devastated. She cursed her not-so-fancy demeanour for the incident. But she forgot that when love and pain are coupled, it hampered the normal functioning of the grey cells. She forgot to look beyond the normal order for the only time it mattered to her. She forgot to decipher what he actually meant to say. She forgot that the 3 words which she heard was, in reality when rearranged, the 3 words on which every relationship thrives and survives.

Simplicity, with its charm, is dangerously complicated.

The Love(less) Gyaan

Sometimes all it takes is a change of perspective to alter the universal truth..
Universal truth : LOVE IS THE BEST FEELING TO BE EVER RECOGNIZED BY MANKIND! 
But is it?? What about the baggage that follows love?? Is it really worth loving?? When you are in a relationship, there comes a point when you have to make a decision.. To LOVE or to LIVE..

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Why do people get into relationships??

Some say they are happy whilst being in  a relationship..
Correction, it only gives you a feeling that you are happy, while every ounce of happiness gets sucked out of you…
Some say its a great feeling being together…
Really?? Being together incepts the trivial fights amongst couples… eventually leading to breakups.. so in short, you are coming close to get far away.. ain’t rocket science huh??
Some say, being in relationship gives you a feeling which even nirvana can’t match..
Well you can spend the entire day staring at that sentence, and still Indian politics would mean more sense than it…
And some unfortunate people I know, get into relationship just because the other person had a different set of reproductive organ…
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I say you get into relationships just because either it is MAY-JUNE when there are no football matches and hence no time to kill, or when you were under such a heavy influence of alcohol that you were not even able to spell Muttiah muralitharan correctly [err… is it correct??]
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The other thing which amuses me more than watching Pakistan talking about peace, is the different ways people resort to after going through a breakup…
Some people think that their life is over and then cry themselves out to such an extent that there is a drought like condition faced by our tear bags… the only person who would cry more than them would be the tele saas and bahus.. difference being they are paid to cry.. [at least I think so]
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Some people discover the ancient old truth that alcohol is a persons best friend, and they start taking this friendship too seriously.. they start drinking so frequently that even the process of inhalation and exhalation seems rare in front of it..
And the most bemusing of all is the one, whose all-seeing eye has been magically opened, giving them insight into their partner’s character.. and they start calling them names which I would not print cause it might hurt some sentiments. [yes.. there is nothing called as freedom of speech in this country.. it is just a booby trap laid by the constitution to catch hold of people who speak against the power]

Many would disagree with me, (those who still believe in fairy-tale romance, and idolize twilight type movies would be on top of that list) but the word needs to get out.. with 14th feb around the corner, I would not like to spend my entire February giving out sermons to distraughted couples.. And no points in guessing that I would be single on this Valentines day.. 22 consecutive years!! Such consistency cannot be even matched with the lunacy of asaram baapu.. If given a chance would I change it?? NO WAYS!! I like my single-hood status.. it gives me ample amount of MY-TIME.. which otherwise would had been invaded with mindless gossips.. Yes! I don’t have any interest in knowing what wrongs with your aunts dog, or I have no clue whatsoever why did that random girl in the college scowled at you.. and I definitely  don’t know whether black makes you look slim, or pink makes you look hot.. These questions cannot be cracked even with 100’s of Einstein put together, so please spare me the effort...
It doesn’t means I was never in a relationship and I am going through a sour-grape syndrome.. well you never realise there is a stone in your path until and unless you stumble on it.. and by the time you realise the existence of the stone, it’s too late.. the only thing you could do now, is watch out for other stones in your journey.. relationships are the stones in our life.. it makes you stop, stumble, fall, wince, and by the time you gather yourself, you are fucked.. at least metaphorically…
The only time you ought to be in a relationship is when you are quite sure that it is going to stand the test of times.. I know it would be difficult to foresee it, but why the rush to fall in the abyss?? Take your time, ponder over your options, and take the right decision (rather than a hurried one), cause in this case, if your relationship doesn’t work, you always know whom to abuse (ME!!! contact details found at the bottom of the page!!)  Just remember there are many fish in the sea. make sure you catch the right one… and also.. DONT HUNT.. IF YOU CANT KILL.. You would be spoiling someone else’s lunch!!

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