Life

Time and again life throws at us moments where we have so much to tell in the heart but are mum. Not like we don't talk at all, we do. We pretend to talk like everything's casual and there's nothing really important to speak while on the inside we feel things breaking, stack by stack because of that enormous pressure about what the consequences would be like. Unable to speak up, we give out little heaves in the hope for someone to come out voluntarily and empathize us. But no, no one comes. Because it's for you to get up, speak out and clear that mess. One such moment is apologizing your parents for not being the perfect child they gloat about. No child is perfect, that's the truth but for a parent nothing matches the perfection at which their child stands at. But the thing about mistakes is that they happen. Mistakes are not thought or decided or preplanned. They just happen and now it's for you to accept them and put forth. They might not forgive you immediat...

Isn't rain just beautiful? I think it's gorgeous. I love watching it by my window. I see the roads, I see how gleefully the trees sway to the wind and drench themselves, I see the little pups looking for shelter and then I see us. I see us taking chances to hold eachother's hands as it drizzles harder. I see us stealing glimpses. It brings me smiles and I do sheepishly. I remember how once, walking through the rain, we slipped and landed on our bums. It makes me laugh and weep all at the same time. I smile because I'm glad I had the best of my memories with you and I cry because it's over. The love is dead. You and I are dead. The 'us' isn't anymore there. There are days when I miss the most and then there are days when I realise, what we had in that period was the best, and stretching further would only make it monotonous and boring. It's true that separations are difficult, but sometimes walking away is the only option left, so you can reviv...