If I had wings, I would be someone who's forgotten how to fly.
But forgetting can be remedied, I just have to remember how.
Friday, 16 March 2018
Thursday, 23 November 2017
She dragged the chair to one corner of the roof, towards the raised wall, that looked over the road and sat down on it. She held the piping hot steel cup of tea with both her hands cupped around it. Her eyes listlessly stared over the buildings and the continual restlessness of the world below.
A plane flew overhead. Cars and buses honked at each other, everyone wanted to go back home. The sun disappeared behind a cloud, not letting her see the sunset. The stars slowly started popping out, one by one. Time was in a hurry as well.
She sipped her tea and sat there still. She saw her friend walking on the road, talking over the phone animatedly. A little way ahead on the road two bikes almost crashed into each other, but these were India roads, almost-accidents happened more than accidents. Buses still honked. Little pieces of conversations, occasional shouts made their way to her. It went noticed, but not acknowledged. She remained impassive.
The steel cup was now cold. She still held it cupped in both her hands. She was still lost in her own world.
A bird flew past, breaking her out of her reverie. For a moment, pain flashed across her face, her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, then she closed them, shielding them, although noone was around to notice. It was more habit than a concious action. When she opened her eyes again, her face went back to being apathetic.
With a heavy sigh she rose, dragged the chair back to how it was before, squared her shoulders and made her way downstairs, to a world where she didn't quite belong, but nevertheless was a part of.
Wednesday, 18 October 2017
Tuesday, 10 October 2017
Sunday, 17 September 2017
1. To that friend who listens to me whine and knows my secrets.
2. To my parents who suffer me and are ultimately always there to support, although they don't make me realise it all the time.
3. To my brother who forgives easily and asks for forgiveness with equal ease.
4. To the wonderful guy who sends me a heart every morning to cheer me up.
5. To the friend who made life a bit easier for four months and who will soon leave the country.
6. To the old friends far away who still call, even when I don't always do the same.
7. To the friends who taught me friendship isn't forever.
8. To the person who taught me what love shouldn't be and to the person who taught me what love needs to blossom.
9. To that stranger who smiled so brilliantly at me that I will never forget it.
10. To the friend who insists I get a jacket and brings a sweatshirt for me.
11. To the stranger who asks me how my day is going.
12. To the friend who makes impromptu plans and brings me out of my comfort zone.
13. To the authors who write books that help me escape.
14. To everyone who shows a little bit of care, unexpectedly, which makes me believe a little bit more in humanity.
Monday, 17 July 2017
We'd been driving for quite a while now. The winding road led deep into forests and areas yet to be to be scarred by humans. It was quiet. Trees on either side enveloped the road and hugged its sides. Even the road had someone by its side, I mused. The canopy gave glimpses of a cloudy sky now and then.
It had been a tough week. Work, family, and relationships, everything seemed to have taken a downhill road. I felt like I was barely holding everything together and not breaking down in the middle of a meeting seemed like a great achievement. Nights were getting harder, for sleep had become more elusive. Haunting memories of how it was before returned, I had promised myself I wouldn't let myself go through something like that again. But lately that promise had been harder to keep. I didn't want to spend nights drowning in tears and pretending I was happy the next day, again and again. The idea itself was tiresome.
I was broken out of my reverie when his hands laced through mine and held them tightly. I hadn't realised we had stopped. The view was breathtaking. Miles and miles of forests and lush greenery, and a distant river glittering like diamonds in what little light the clouds let through. I heaved a sigh and looked at him. He had already been looking at me...we smiled and stayed, I don't know how long, but it didn't seem like such a long time.
"Are you happy now?", he asked, his brow furrowed with worry. It was so very tempting to straighten those lines of worry.
"Yes..", I replied, "so much." One silent tear rolled down my left cheek. I felt his hand squeezing mine, I squeezed back, and we smiled again. "Thank you", I whispered. He turned my hand and brought it up to his lips, and lightly kissed the back of it.
And we sat like that for a long time, silently, holding hands, perhaps both of us wishing for the moment to never end. And as we sat, for once, the universe did seem to be conspiring for us. If ever there could be a perfect day, it was this and my heart grew lighter as time grew more envious.