1.The "Be happy. Stay sad" generation that smiles and smokes is us. Smoke harbours happiness and the air around us is sad. We're blowing puffs of smoke into the air thinking that the sadness around us will wither away by those little hazy pretences emerging from our mouths.
But pretences don't submit. They never will.
#I've learnt from you that there will never be a situation from where I can't get myself off. Some circumstances might look scary from afar. But they only look gruesome until they reach. Once with you, they are the easiest goddamn things to deal with.
*Jabh hota hai na, sab ho jata hai"
2. A,G,T,C had the audacity to come in numerous combinations as DNA codes and forge the living.
So does, happiness, sadness, fear and anger.
#There was a day, a terrible one, when your dad didn't come back home. Lifting such weight with yourself, you've time and again said to me :
"Sonali, your Dad never said goodbye when he went for his duty,
for he knew he'd come back.
And you understood that he might not."
That sheer beauty of thoughts and mind! I can never be you.
3. Rains don't feel like rains when they arrive daily.
#You've changed.
In this world of *be yourself*, *know thyself*, *first priority must be me" "never change" "fuck everyone" generation, you've chosen to be kind and showed that we can change without knowing ourselves in the first place (for what is there to know in this temporary mortal existence?) and that can be the most beautiful thing one can do for oneself.
4. Men and women have made their feelings into toys and played war.
Some have kept quiet for far too long and then there are some bragging of their naked brains.
#You've showed that love is all about the "I", not the "you". Love doesn't come from another person but it comes from within.
You've proved that the love we seek doesn't reside in the man we love but it blooms within ourselves and to understand that means to never letting men hurt us.
While most simply gives it a bad name and swear to never fall for anyone, you've had the nerve to love all over again.You didn't let one man decide your defination of love.
5.Every imagination ought to be first named, classified, then thrown away into sealed boxes.
6. Naked feets of men have walked on flowery roads without bleeding. They now know nothing of rocks.
Meet us.
The generation of the weak.
Debika, you're the answer to why people should speak of themselves more often.
People should speak of them.
We must speak of us.
You've showed we're all weak until we speak.
Thanks for letting me know I'm strong.
I know you are too.
We all are strong.
We were just quiet.
