Thursday, May 25, 2017

Notes to my 15 year old and 35 year old self.

You're on ground.
Rooted.
Congratulations.

Don't keep a phone.

PMS is real.

Monday is always waiting for you. It knows you're worth the wait.

Your feet is not accustomed to monotony. They love to change where they're supposed to stand.
Be it on the egde of a cliff or under the sand, the scene in front is as beautiful as it's dangerous.

Stay AB negative.

Respect men.

Take your notebook out. Pen it down.

Say no.
Especially if they give you 'ghee waali roti' with chicken tikka masala.

The God concept is a wish. Hope is the key.

You can leave him anyday.

You won't be who you are in the next 5 years and it's okay.

Putting words together just may not be a sideline.

Girls never chased for elder wand. They never needed it.

4 year olds are not as dumb as you think they are.

Men in olive greens are men.

Read more books.

Drink gentlewomanly.

Trees on mountains and plants under water are science and art working together.
Just like your grey matter.

Ishu bhaiya won't let you touch the TV remote when Manchester United is playing. Ever!

I AM BATMAN.

Go play your favourite game.
Sport it out.

Magic is to say 'always' after all this time because what happens in our heads can very well be real.

Family is love.

Tears won't fall. Accept it.

Your hands are cold. They will always be. Let your heart equalize.
Be good, do good and never let the humans notice. Afterall, lullabies were never meant to be heard.

JAI HIND.

Friday, May 19, 2017

Unnoticed

The unflipped pages of a book with words that will never be read.

The color between the dark and light shade of itself.

Caffeine in tea.

The constant sound of a little drum in your favourite song.

The fool among wise.
The wise among fools.

The unused suicide notes.

The numbers 10 decimal places above in the value of pi.

Days when the scarecrow meant no harm.

Beauty of the stem that crowns a flower on its head.

Your best friend's smile when you're looking in your love's eyes.

All the subtle bits of our very existence are laid out in open for them to get unnoticed.
Reader, you get it?
Doesn't it make you question how the sound of rain raises when it gets dark?

We think we know.
But it's always there.
Lurking around you.
Smirking, maybe.
The Other Side.
Unnoticed.
Until you see.
Unless they say.