He knows the traitor!

"Please don't be in love with some one else, please don't have somebody waiting on you." Murmuring the lyrics to herself, she walked to the mirror to have a last glance at herself. She looked at the face that was glowing with freshness, but her eyes whispering another story. Ignoring what she was seeing, she walked out the door, treading the sidewalk that she always took to work. Maintaining the pace, with her headphones on, she walked on, not glancing around for a second. Today was different, she was listening to the same songs that she loved, but not singing along, not dancing to her own beat. Her pace slower than usual and she wasn't enjoying the autumn's shower of leaves that she loved, she was just walking absentmindedly, though fully aware as to where she was going. But today was different.

"Morning!" She was wished by her usual desk partner. She never realized  that he always waited at the door for her. They walked in together and settled in, facing each other. They never talked, never even exchanged their views about work.

Sitting just across her, he thought of a thousand ways to manage his work but never could he manage to ask her how she was and what she liked. But he liked to watch her when she wasn't looking. When today he looked at her, he felt unrest. For a split second, their eyes met, and he heard what they were saying. He felt the emotions, he felt the unsaid pain. He felt the warmth of her cheeks and listened to her beating heart. All in a split second, and a tear rolled down his cheeks, she blinked but couldn't look away. Her heart revolted to reach out to the guy sitting just across, to hold him and tell him that what ever it was will be alright. The same moment, he smiled, and both their worries vanished. That minute was all they ever needed, in which they shared their words and promised for better times ahead. She was calm again, now she could dance on the bed of colors on which her heart lay. And she smiled seeing him smile again. Today was different, because today she wanted to say it out loud," Please don't be in love with someone else, please don't have somebody waiting on you"
She looked at him with intense emotions in her eyes, never saying  word, but today was different and today he replied," Even if I had to wait, I'll wait for a thousand years.", without taking his gaze off her.  Something he had been yearning to say, something she was desperate to hear. Today was different because Something different was about to start.

The difference you know

You know the place is different when you look for your corner and it's not there anymore. you know the place is different when you don't know the switch board combinations anymore. You know the place is different when you lie down to stare at your favorite spot and it's not the same anymore. You know the place is different when you don't find your cozy couch to laze around. You know the place is different when you  lay your head and your same tear soaking pillow is not there anymore. You know the place is different when you search for familiar faces and you don't see them anymore. You know the place is different when the chirps of the birds are not the usual ones anymore. You know the place is different when the path you know is not there to tread anymore. You know the place is different when you search for your smile and it's not there anymore.

String of love

She's brave. She's strong. She's a miracle. An angel. An amazing soul. A kind heart she's got. She stands tall through the times of hardship. And she never gets tired trying to help her loved ones out. She just can't sit around and watch things happen, she believes in making wonders with smiles. There's never been a time when I have seen her lose hope. She has been an optimist and has showered her love on me all times. If you are wondering, who is she? She is my love. And she already knows that.

She's not the only one who pours immense love on me, there happens to be another tender soul in my life. He believes in expressing our truest emotions to the persons we love the most. He loves to crave the company of his friends, and do all that it takes to make them smile. He is pure at heart and a generous one. Shy but not so shy at times! Love is all that he gives away and is what he craves the most. Times might get rough but never ever does he let things go out of his hands. Staying calm at the roughest times is what I have learned from him. Who is he? He is my bud. My carbon copy except for the fact that he is a lot more patient than I am.

They are the main reason that I stay in one piece. I may get on their nerves sometimes but never do they lose it with me. To have hope is what they teach me and never once have they given up on me. They let me be and hold on to me. They love me deeply and it shows. I have been blessed to have found two siblings who don't just hold on to each other but share their string of love with me as well. To sing and swirl in the storm is the outcome of their strength and love. Love is what's bigger than us. They inspire me, they are my mentors, they are my stress busters, they are my strength. Everything happens for a reason and my horizon got brighter with these two stars as they happened to me.

My love for them is a genuine one and a stronger one!

H.O.P.E.

Life is not a bed of roses, certainly thorns are unforgettable part of it. You can't lie in it without getting yourself peirced at certain occasions. Life was never easy and times are always difficult. As we walk the road, we are some times knocked down so bad. At times, there's no strength left to stand up again. You feel vulnerable and you find million reasons to give all up. Solitude and despair outgrows you. You may also mistake it to be the end of your day. But one must never forget, end is always the beginning. Nothing really ends bad for anyone. We find a new path to tread on. We take the different road and we find a new hope. Life is something that you cant just ditch and your heart is something that will never stop desiring. Hearts are delicate. They only understand love. And love never leaves our side. The invisible shield of love always protects us and makes us go on. Take it from some one who's been there, there's always hope, there's always a way. Stay happy in the darkest hour and you will find light of the stars. Walk in the gloomiest street and you will find a tender hand of a friend. You fall, you rise. You cry,  you smile. And time flies. When they say, times are never the same, they are right. For, we never stay the same, why shall time be any different? Find a reason to smile everyday. Smiles heal. I have heard that Smiles make wonders! Never let your heart shatter.Even if they do, don't give up. When there's nothing, there's hope. And hope does miracles!
Always H.O.P.E. for when you Hold On, Pain Ends, and when it does,
Smile and stay beautiful, everything will look beautiful to your eyes. For you are beautiful at heart!

Pleasure

One finds different ways to work things out. One has thousands of reasons to escape situations and surely,one discovers a variety of things that would give him the feeling of pleasure. A feeling that makes you feel alive, like you had just found your new self. When one does something out of pleasure, one is filled with positive vibes,as if nothing was ever wrong or could go wrong now. Happiness, in other forms, as excitement and anxiousness conquers one completely. I love that delirious feeling. What do I do to feel that way? I make myself absorb in a well written story and i get lost in it. It feels lively and pleasant every time. I always end up accusing people of various things for their roles and getting excited and anxious and disheartened and disapointed and all the things a person in real feels. I don't just read i live the moments. And that gives me utter happiness. When the stories end, however, i always get carried away and sometimes, even move to tears. I have sometimes even found myself in silence and grief and over whelmed. At times, also have to remind myself that it was another story that i was reading that has come to an end. I love imagining stuff. Fantasies turns me up the most. I fancy the epic and wild fictions that i love to read. I think as if i have already lived different lives. Most of them have happy endings.
  Life is all about being part of the long race that never lets you rest. Why lead the path with boredom and why just live once! I say, we live our wildest fantasies and feel joy every time. Best thing about fictional stories, you can always have happy endings. That leaves you more joyous than before.

Dreamless night!

And she fell asleep after midnight. Soaked in her own tears. Despair all over her face. Her lips pressed together in the hardest line. She lay motionless. Breathing against her will. It was a dreamless night, what was left of it. There was no wound but the pain was excruciating. Unbearable every second.
 But she could not sleep forever. She had to wake up. Life stood still on the door step and the time swayed silently. Any minute now, the alarm would go on and she would be up.
 And she would have to go by her routine. Any minute now. Birds started to chirp and light hit the glass. Her heart still shadowed. She was writhing again. Shouting for relief but no sound echoed. Just the chirp. Alarm woke her up, but her cries were all that she could hear. She sat up, all hopes abandoned now. Hold on pain ends, she enchanted and bravely put on a smile and got herself ready to step out and embrace life,  ignoring her bleeding heart.

For my mother

I remember, I read this Chapter Mother's day few years ago and it still seems freshly pasted back in my mind's screen. It was quite intriguing, I guess I liked the idea of it..... well it taught me some things. I love that chapter because I always imagine my so not wicked sister in that character. Mothers are the best creation of the almighty. He did made a mistake by creating humans and imparting them with minds but then he amended his fault by creating mothers. They are the best things that could ever happen to anybody. You can live without friends, you can live without money, you can live without a lot many other things..... but one thing you can't, is........separated from a mother's love, her affection, her food, her sacrifices, her smile.

I am actually blessed to not just have one mother..... but two mothers! Yes, I was born from one and the other has been looking out for me always. No, she didn't give birth to me, but the same blood flows through her veins as mine. No, she is not very mature, but always mature enough to take care of me. She was always there when I needed her. Very spectacular thing about  mothers, they never ask for anything in return! You ask for one rupee, they'll give you double. You ask for food, she'll give you the best she can get you. She'll not wear fancy clothes, she'll always want you to wear what you like. She'll make countless sacrifices with a smile. My both mothers have done that a plenty of times. I wonder, what would I be if I hadn't got both of them at the same time in my life. No, she isn't my aunt that I am talking about, she is my sister. She's the one who has been bestowing her love on me since the day I was born. Yeah, I irritate her a lot(These days it is the opposite though.), I can talk anything in front of her, my all not so very promising demands, I keep bugging her with stuff like I wish I had this, I wish we could do that and stuff. She listens always, and then she'll say something really stupid that would make my stomach to ache and eyes to tear from laughing! She's like that! She is crazy but amazing! She is not very old (Okay, I keep reminding her that she is old :p) and very kidish at times but she is extraordinarily mature enough to handle things. She guides me, supports me, encourages me(after she is done demoralizing me), humor me, irritates me, inspires me. She is my idol. She is my strength. She is my inspiration. She is my stress buster. She is my second mother. She is my pagli but she is mine. I love her unconditionally. I don't know why but even her out of the blue reactions don't even make me hate her a little. I grew up...... envying her, she's been always perfect in my eyes. She is smart, she is beautiful, she is everything. I remember I used to copy her, I loved it when we walked and our feet and hand moments matched. I love it when I can tell what is she upto when she is acting stupid. I love it when she breaks moments of silence by saying something funny. I have always admired her. I know when ever I'll fall, she'll be there to pick me up(Of course, after she is finished laughing!), but she will pick me up!

There's a song that reminds me of her every time I listen to it, "Butterfly fly away!"

Little things you do for me, and nobody else makes me feel good. Little things you do for me making me smile when no one else could. That's why I like to sit next to you, hear your mad stories, I know they're not true. The little things you say to me, make me laugh out loud and not when I should, that's why I like to hang out with you. I can never guess the next stupid thing you'll do. And I like you.

Stupid girl, you are stuck with me for a long long time!