Sometimes, leaving someone alone is the best thing we can do to make them feel better...Sometimes, no amount of concern or care can help heal a breaking heart...
Sometimes, no matter however much we try, some issues cannot be fixed...
Everyone needs some time on their own...time to recuperate, time to recover, time to introspect, to heal, to breathe...and nothing you do can speed up the process for them...
Even the best of friendships are put to test under stressful situations...and no amount of 'wanting' to help actually helps...Sometimes we just got to realise this and leave before we are told to leave...
We got to be around for those who matter, only when they want us to be around...
...because sometimes, only 'space' is therapy!!!

I, Me, Myself

A question that keeps on boggling my mind is " What would i have done instead of this ? What would have i been if not this?? "
There comes a day in everyone's life when we ask ourself "the question".
Whether it is the night before your 12th grade board examination, when you are staring at your final sem's result or the day when you start searching yourself in a queue of thousand others...
No matter how hard we try there is always a doubt..a feeling that we can do better than this !!! But wats inportant is to make sure that "the question" takes us to the heights of our dreams...
Take a chance for yourself...
Let yourself free...
Its possible you took a wrong turn somewhere..maybe you are afraid of failure now or may be it is the burden of expectations ??
But let go of these apprehensions for once...because only then when you can overcome the shadow of these...you can find the answers better...
There are times when you want to run away from these questions...the questions that probe you to think and think...and sometimes you just cant make out...it all seems so distant...But you can't run from questions.. You can try but you can't run from yourself,and after sometime you will come back to the same place where it all starts. The ground Zero, where you dont have any secrets, where you cant make excuses, where you have to answer all the questions raised and where you are your own interrogator...
Ask yourself Where is the fire now ? What happened to your passion ? What about your big arguments on doing what you like??
Probing these questions will make you realize of the time when you had tons of hope...The good times, time when you were happy, time when there were no confrontations...But will also make you search the answers somewhere deep down within yourself...
Everyone has fought some very hard battles whether emotional, physical or mental... laughed on themself and cried too...Made mistakes too... Sometimes unknowingly and sometimes in your senses, but acceptence is the key...Understandng what went wrong and admitting it...
But never back down on what you think is yours. Not today. Not tomorrow. Never...
Once this realization is made you will have a smile on your face...you will feel alive again...
And If you knew that hope and despair were paths to the same destination, which would you choose ?

Dreams...

I often wonder about the stuff dreams are actually made of...Are they a portrayal of our innermost desires..the ones that we label as sacrosanct and keep away from the outer world to a point where we learn to hide them even from ourselves?
Or are they just remnants of an overactive imagination that is put to rest by the mundane life we live while we are awake?
Half the times, i am not even able to recollect my dreams..and a majority of the other half, i am unable to interpret...
i dream of places i have never visited...
things i hv not yet experienced...
sometimes, of people i hv never seen...
and yet , when i wake up, there is a feeling of familiarity as if somewhere i am closely connected with them...not just for a few hours of sleep but through ages of unspoken emotions churning within me...
it seems as if everything lies in fragments which when i try to join, make a very complicated puzzle with a lot of missing pieces..
and i wonder many a time...will i ever be able to complete that picture??
and i always question myself will i find those missing pieces in yet another dream that make the picture cmplete??

a silent sombre symphony...
a piece of shattered dream...
a wish gone unfulfilled...
a whole life to redeem...

a visiting-vanishing hope...
a tactfully repressed story...
a cherished memory so dear...
a past of wounded glory...

a crumbling sand castle...
a melting drop of snow...
a directionless wind...
a colourless rainbow...

an old unfinished conversation...
a listless solemn thought...
a confused speck of truth...
an invincible dirty blot...

a happy impromptu journey...
a relentless haunting pause...
an unstirred-undying passion...
an unknown abandoned cause...

these fragments of my soul...
these splinters in my heart...
pierce me through and through,
tearing me apart...

The Story Within...

I strongly believe, there are numerous stories in everyone of us...
Some locked never to be opened...
Some merely ignored...
Some kept secret, afraid about the biased opinions and reactions they would recieve...
Some just to shy away from rejection...
Some to shy away from the crowd...
Some only to be reveled in their privacy...
Some too selfish to be shared...Some want to be forgotten...
Some too painful to be remembered...
And then sometimes there are stories that are free flowing...Like the tears that trickle down your cheeks when you are sad...Like the chill that is sent down your spine on hearing something scary...Like the cheer in your voice when you are pleased with yourself...Like the rush of happiness you feel when you hug someone you love...Like the thought that keeps you awake even at the end of a long tiring day...Like the cherished memories you visit from time to time...Like the time that transports you back to the time 'it used to be'...Like the pangs of seperation you can't express when you miss someone...Like the dreams that flash before your eyes even when you are wide awake...Like the hopes that are long gone by but are not dead...
These are stories that run freely...These are stories that expect no applause...
They can neither be explained nor be interpreted...
They can neither be questioned nor be probed...
They can neither be labelled as facts nor can they be termed as fiction...
Confusing at times...enlightning otherwise...

But there is a story in everyone of us...

:-):-)..

Few drops of happiness...for me!!!

Listed below are some of the things that make me happy...
(not necessarily in the same order though..)
1. Flowers...be it red roses or white carnations, purple tulips or yellow sunflowers...
2. the scent of the wet earth when it rains...
3. birds flying freely in the vast expanse of the clear sky...
4. On a starry night, gazing at the moon and silently wishing upon the shooting stars...
5. walking barefoot on wet sand and leaving footprints in it...
6. Reading from old diaries and journal..however kiddish or embarrasing they may b...
7. Watching somebdy sleep peacefully without a care in the world...
8. Watching India win a cricket match(even if its against the minnows)...
9. Watching the happily fluttering butterflies..the happy chirping birds..
10. Having random conversations with friends over a cup of hot coffee...
11. Seeing someone's face visibly lighten up on being happy...
12. Going shopping...even if it means going bankrupt at times;-)...
13. Listening to old melodies while looking at the falling raindrops on the window pane...
14. Sometimes just randomly picking up things for others and surprising them...
15. enjoying nature's beautiful sunsets...
16. Reading things randomly amd wondering wat the writer must have thought while writing them...
17. Sometimes just living in extremes...streching beyond my limits and doing things i never thought would do...
18. The feel of holding a book in hand and reading it as you turn the pages; as opposed to an e-buk...
19. Chocolates...
20. Spending time with people i like...
21. Sometimes having brief silent conversations with self...
22. Reciecing random gifts and unexpexted surprizes...
23. Sketching out the exact thoughts of the person in front of me...
24. Making someone happy even if its for a single moment..
25. Strong beginnings and happy endings...
well yeah..these are a few things that keep me happy..and trust me listing them dwn is not that easy...just couldnt think of things that keep me happy..Strange!!!

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Have you ever noticed that I hardly ever use fullsfops...
its mostly always these three little dots after every sentence...be it however small...
Hey... ;-)
gudnite:-)... ;-)
maybe its because subconciously, i like to leave a scope of continuity even when there is none...
somewhere within me, there is a faint voice which nudges me to think that somethng somewhere is incomplete...that there is a lot more that needs to b said before things are put to an end..
Perhaps it signifies somethng unfinished...something which lingers on even after everythng seems to have been said and done...
Maybe its a asking too much thought...but subconciously and truely it is there behind those three dots...:-)