I Think I Write...

Almost after a year I am posting this piece. Though I kept visiting my blog and have wrote many articles which are lying in the draft section of this site, I didn't find them appropriate to be posted. Why? Because I thought I didn't write good enough and may be I still don't. They lacked something. I re-read my previous posts and found them to kid-ish and childlike. Like writing of an immature person. All soaked up in the sorrow of a broken heart. So, I thought many times of removing my blog site. Many times I almost did it but stopped at the final process of doing it. Why? Because what I wrote years ago was true at the time when I was writing them. It helped shaping me. It helped coping with the kind of psychological turmoil that I was going through and I am sure  everybody goes through during that time ( that's what teenage life is all about!) . So it was the truth of the time. Yes, maybe its immature and childlike and stupid but all the posts meant something ...

Wake up. Its early in the morning. I can see the sky through the bedroom window, changing colours. So many colours blended together so well. The darkness of the night is slowly turning into the brightness of the day. The silence of the night I can hear no more, are the birds waking up? or are they chirping to wake us up? The earth smells fresh The air feels fresh so I should freshen up and get ready for the day. Sipping on my green tea trying to recollect what unfinished work I had yesterday, I suddenly recollected my last night's dream. Dream of being big. Dream of achieving all my wishes one day. Dream of getting real. Dream that always brings a smile to my face. Dreams shouldn't be shared,everyone says, they don't come true then! So I kept the dream to myself. The day went on in its own pace. Every turn I take hitting hard on the dream I dreamt. Pushing me back into the reality of life, getting their joys from hammering on my dream. The ...

I do... I did... Yes, Loved  Had deeply fallen in love when I had a broken heart  and she happened to me. And today when I am thinking about her  with a broken finger this time, It brings an inextricable smile on my face! That was a time long ago... I knew her from my school days  met her here and there  and then it was in grad school when I found her in front of the main gate I was so delighted to know  that I already have a friend...a person I'm acquainted with before. I brought her to my coaching class and then the whole story began Together the lanes we walked, the classes we went, and library study was an excuse for us  to gossip and gossip about everything but useful things ! We pledged our lives to be together,  We proposed each other. Her neighborhood seemed like mine as I was to be always found there And my house seemed no more mine as it became ours. everywhere it was her au...

Like a dream it was....................hearing your voice after so many days....weeks.....months......... It still echoes in my mind..........every word you spoke....every syllable........your smile....your voice......your reactions.......your expressions........every sound that i could hear while speaking with you was crystal clear...................i could visualize you even though you are so many miles away from me............ like a dream I cant explain ............ like the sunshine in the rain love makes the whole world fall apart............... talkin about our lives ...new environment ....new friends...........but what i was hearing was just your voice that was speaking to me..............I couldnt hear anything else........ Sometimes the silence made me hear your heart beat................ As if the world is deep inside your soul......... . . . . . . . . . . again the silence .........again all the pain lashing back to my life which seemed for those few minu...