Well, I don’t know why? But the writer writes, when he wants to. This time an another moment. He was sitting outside his room, talking to her. As she is the one with whom, he doesn’t think twice before spitting out the words. She never judged him. She is the one for him. He was … Continue reading The Level Of Love
“I am coming in the morning”. She said. “It’s early, I can’t come; you know, I can’t wake up such early.” I said. “You haven’t to. I know about you. You should sleep.” She said. He felt her sadness through words. In morning 6:41 am He woke; called her: “Where are you?” He said in … Continue reading The Touch
There were days when we write the birthday dates of our special one, on the last pages of our dairy. Nowadays facebook is the reminder of someone’s birthday. And some come to know it’s birthday when they notice the post, posted by people wishing you “Happy B’day: God bless you” May God bless you too … Continue reading Curiosity
Whenever I see this pic. It reminds me of an emotion. What it feels like when you lose everyone, you once knew and now you are alone. To start again. Waiting for someone to come and fill the gap. Or decide to live with solitary. No one knows about their own fate. I was going … Continue reading The Music
What is this dude! Why are you acting so weird? Don’t do such stupid things. Are you crazy? All these were coming into my mind when I saw that glowing box, red and green color wires were holding that bulb. I was curious to see inside. And when I decided to see, all those questions … Continue reading Be weird.
When I was there. I did forget everything. At that moment the most important thing was the moment. I couldn’t think of anything else, maybe I didn’t want to, maybe I was whole. Even I was missing one thing, that one person should be here with me. Except this nothing at all to regret, to … Continue reading At the moment
Sometimes life seems like a photograph. Everything merely changes. It’s feel like you are stuck. Everything is still. It feels like an illusion of moving/changing but in reality it’s just still. Repeating itself again and again. As it said doing the same thing over and over again and expecting the different result. But sometime we … Continue reading Photograph
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