A random love story I wrote.

I stroll alone in the park. Right in front of our house. Mine and his. He will be here anytime now. I think of the first time we met. I remember walking into the classroom for first time and he was just standing there in a blue jeans and white shirt, bullying some freshmen. I was very nervous and scared of the seniors who were mercilessly ragging us and he was one of them. He seemed terribly aloof but awfully attractive. There’s no chance he’ll ever notice me”, I thought. After that moment, I couldn’t concentrate on anything but that cold guy with warm eyes. Little did I know that this guy was going to capture all of my heart, mind and soul for the rest of my life. It took him a year to confess that he fell for the fragile, beautiful girl who walked into that classroom that day at first sight. He brought me in that beautiful house right across the road after getting married. But it has been 4 years since I’ve been down here. I never came back after the day I left. Not that I didn’t want to. God, I’d have given anything to come back to him. Even for one day only. But I can’t. Today, is an exception. I had to come see him. I knew he would come here today. He has been diagnosed with liver cancer. Probably, its because of me. He started smoking and consuming alcohol after I left. Understandable. How could he bear the pain of losing the only person who he loved more than life itself. My train of thoughts is stopped when I see him slowly walking through the gates. He’s here. He stops under the willow tree where I’m standing. He’s wearing a grey suit and a blue tie. Its the tie I gave him on our 1st anniversary. He looks sick and pale. A look at his face and I can tell that he is in pain. If I could take all his sufferings and agony, I would. I would die a thousand painful deaths to see him healthy and happy again. He stands right in front of me, staring emptily in space. I know what he’s thinking. It’s the exact same spot where his wife died when a terrorist shot her out of nowhere. The place where I took my last breaths in my husband’s arms 4 years ago. I wish I could touch that tormented yet beautiful face but I can’t. I have to go. I can’t stay down for long it upsets the system of heavens above. Before going, I whisper, “I wish you hadn’t destroyed your liver but a sick, twisted part of me is glad that you did because you will soon be with me now. We shall be together in the skies. For eternity.”

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Romanticizing melancholy

There’s always going to be nights when you go from being perfectly happy to achingly sad in no time, for no apparent reason. The gloominess spreads over you like a creeper and when you try to trace it to its root -you better not- but when you do, you find this one ghost who you have tried desperately to bury somewhere deep inside that dark, twisted mind of yours but somehow it manages to find his way back up, crawls all the way down from memory lane, staring you right in the face, laughing at you for thinking you’d get rid of him. I engulfs you completely leaving you unable to think of a single thing that could possibly bring a smile on your face. The darkness creeps on the walls of your mind slowly and ultimately you give in to the melancholy. Those are the nights when you realize that this ghost will haunt you forever. It will chase you to the grave because it is not your house or school or an deserted mansion where it resides, it is living in your head, your heart, runs through your veins. Deep down you know that you like having it there. You wouldn’t trade it for anything. It is your ghost. The ghost of your first love, a broken dream, a loved one who gave up on you, a loved one who you gave up on, a parents’ hope that you crushed, someone who you long to be with but can’t.
So next time, the nights go uneasily gloomy and you feel unnecessarily dejected all of a sudden, know that it is the ghosts who are messing with you. They’ll do that every once in a while and there isn’t anything you could do about it except to play along with them. Play some sad, sad music, sing along, eat large tubs of icecream, write stuff and just wait for it to pass.
If we can’t beat the sadness, lets romanticize it. 😉

Romanticizing melancholy.

There’s always going to be nights when you go from being perfectly happy to achingly sad in no time, for no apparent reason. The gloominess spreads over you like a creeper and when you try to trace it to its root -you better not- but when you do, you find this one ghost who you have tried desperately to bury somewhere deep inside that dark, twisted mind of yours but somehow it manages to find his way back up, crawls all the way down from memory lane, staring you right in the face, laughing at you for thinking you’d get rid of him. I engulfs you completely leaving you unable to think of a single thing that could possibly bring a smile on your face. The darkness creeps on the walls of your mind slowly and ultimately you give in to the melancholy. Those are the nights when you realize that this ghost will haunt you forever. It will chase you to the grave because it is not your house or school or an deserted mansion where it resides, it is living in your head, your heart, runs through your veins. Deep down you know that you like having it there. You wouldn’t trade it for anything. It is your ghost. The ghost of your first love, a broken dream, a loved one who gave up on you, a loved one who you gave up on, a parents’ hope that you crushed, someone who you long to be with but can’t.
So next time, the nights go uneasily gloomy and you feel unnecessarily dejected all of a sudden, know that it is the ghosts who are messing with you. They’ll do that every once in a while and there isn’t anything you could do about it except to play along with them. Play some sad, sad music, sing along, eat large tubs of icecream, write stuff and just wait for it to pass.
If we can’t beat the sadness, lets romanticize it. 😉

problems good-looking faces face

“You are so pretty, life must come easy for you.” Ever heard this statement? Well, that is not totally true. We can not argue on “perks of being pretty”, no but lets see the other side of the coin as well: “cons of being pretty.” You don’t believe this is a thing? Think again!
1. Getting judged for your looks only:
You are an attractive person and everyone notices you? Great! But all they notice is YOUR LOOKS. No one ever really cares to get to know the person that is behind the beautiful face. No one ever really cares about how kind of a heart or how brilliant a mind you might have because your looks is what dazzles them. It’s not really that great to look so good that it outshines your soul. Is it?
2. You’re always being pursued:
Oh, you think that’s an advantage? Does it not get confusing? When there’s a number of people chasing you and claiming to be in love with you, how do you find “the one true love”?
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3. Where are genuine people?:
Have you ever noticed that all the people who chase you are only attracted by your looks? For all they care, yo could be an ax murderer as long as you’re pretty. They are mostly shallow, immature folks who believe everything that glitters is gold. We don’t want that shallow of a person, now. Do we?
4. Being hated on:
It is human nature to hate what he can not get/be. God has blessed you with a gift, God’s creations will start hating you for it. We all know how the most beautiful girls are labeled as bitches.
5. Unwanted attention:
There’s always a large number of perverts where there is a pretty face. You might even come across a couple of obsessed stalkers too every now and then.
6. People spoil you:
I know how we have this stereotype that good-looking people are always stuck-up and mean. Well, there’s a reason they’re this way. People make them this way. You get treated like a star wherever you go, its bound to change your behavior and it will stir up a tinge of vanity in even the humblest person. You eventually end up turning into a conceited snob
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