Her heart was thudding against her chest.
Her fingers were icy cold.
Fear had an iron clasp on her heart,
the butterflies had a strong hold.
She tried so hard,
to keep her ship afloat,
But no matter how hard she tried,
A wreck was inevitable.
With every few feet,
The anxiety increased ten fold.
No where to turn, nowhere to run
Her fate was fore-told.
Have you ever thought of being the bigger person and just being nice to the human race for once in your life, only for it to come crashing down on you? This is exactly why I want to go some far away place and live with only dogs for company. Dogs will not read in between your words and make up something on another tangent, ignoring the point you were trying to make, dogs do not spew out rubbish and more importantly dogs do not make me want to violently strangle them.
Honestly, how hard is it to take no for an answer? Do people ever consider how hard it might be to come up with creative ways of saying no while being nice at the same time? And they call women clingy, geez. From a hundred different people who want to meet, to another hundred who want to be good friends to those who insistently want your phone number; take me away some far off place with a good book to burrow in and I could spend the rest of my life away. Till of course the craving for human company arises.
It’s like an analogy this loony friend of mine made. (Of course during the exam we don’t remember anything, but come the time for analogies.) It’s like the Push Button technique, wherein we push a button to be good friends and now we’re good friends. Good friends to best friends and best friends to sex. She had me laughing my guts out at that one, but that’s exactly what these people are looking for, aren’t they?
What happened to talking to the person, hanging out with them and getting to know them and eventually becoming good friends? And of course like she says, I don’t understand how I’m the one who always ends up with these people. It would obviously be too much to hope for the people who you’d like to start-up an actual conversation with, to start talking to you. Thanks a lot, Karma.
While I could go on whining, I’m sure every girl to ever exist would’ve gone through this at least once in her life. But oh well, looking at the bright side, at least I got some entertainment out of it.
She was but one person,
With a million different facades.
The sweet, innocent, proverbial angel as known to everyone else.
Crossover to the other side however,
and you find nothing but deception.
A game made to seem so effortless by her,
nothing but immaturity at the root of it all.
The insanity, the obsessive possessiveness, the denials,
She’s played them all.
A one sided love she was so blinded by,
it left in her a flash of red hot anger.
Assumptions at the tip of her tongue,
best friends forbidden to talk to people,
Daily updates of conversations with other girls.
A self made claim she had on him,
yet such a different story he had to tell.
Stunningly beautiful she is.
With the loveliest long mane
with lovely brunette shades,
In stark contrast to lovingly being called Blondie.
Innocent and naive she looks,
but looks can be deceiving, I should know.
Loud and raucous she is, being naturally loud and what not.
People call her pretty, but most haven’t seen her at her prettiest best-
the best pig face made by any man!
But she’s quiet when you need her to be
and A heart of gold she has.
She exudes warmth as a person
and has not one mean bone in her body.
Crazy she is; but a reason to smile she gives.
She’s my 3:00 am loon I’d call.
She brings out the crazy in me but then again
That moral conscience of hers makes me be nice against my will.
She is a cat person; I am a dog person.
Yet without her I could not do,
Cause she is My Person.
S’mores, salty ocean breezes, veggie burgers on the grill, sweaty people on the bus — what’s the smell you associate the most with summer? – The Daily Post
Summers in Bombay are typically exceedingly hot and unbearably humid, to a point that stepping out of your house before evening is practically torture. Along with all that humidity, throw into the mix a sea of people all sweating like pigs and really you wouldn’t need any other reason to hate the summers here. Let’s not forget travelling by crowded local trains with people almost toppling over each other, just to get to college everyday. Having other people’s armpits being shoved in your face is really not how one would want to start their morning. Or even worse, people sweating up a storm and really stinking, feeling the need to invade your private space and sitting almost on top of you. Yes, summer for me is mostly associated with heat, humidity and sweat all around.
But then again summer is the time the mango season starts! The sweet-smelling mangoes, some sour, some sweet are the only other thing that makes the summers here and the sweat all around worth it!
If you could relive the past week, would you? Would you change anything?
Personally I don’t believe in living in the past. The past is exactly what it is: the past – gone and done with. If we keep dwelling on the past how are we going to enjoy what’s right in front of us. People lose out on so many moments perpetually living in the past that they fail to notice the beautiful things right in front of their eyes. What’s done is done and nothing we do now can change what’s already been done. Wouldn’t it then be better to stop with the moping and the wishing and taking the first steps in dealing with the consequences?
But then again even I wish it were that easy! *sigh*
No, I don’t particularly want to relive last week, but I wish someone would build me a time machine so that I could go back in time and change just one moment from last week. They say that all good things come to an end and that’s essentially what I ended up doing. Bring things royally crashing down and I just wish I could go back in time and learn to shut up when I should.
But heeding my own advice, I know that’s not possible so I just have to pluck up some courage and do what I have to, to make things right. And although I’d much rather take that moment back, I’ve learnt to live in the present, not dwell on the past and enjoy what’s happening now.
One word. That’s all it takes to make someone’s day.
One word. That’s also all it takes to bring someone’s world crashing down.
Words, they empower you like no other. There’s a reason people say ‘The pen is mightier than the sword.’
That one word and it can burn a hole through your heart, douse you in love, or bring you tears of joy. And yet sometimes there are no words to express what you have to say, no words that can express exactly how much you mean what you say.
There’s a jumble of words swirling in my head, hazy and broken.
It’s so loud inside but it goes eerily quiet when I have to say them to you.
I wish I could take them back, I wish I could wipe that memory clear off your mind.
Drowning in regret, but alas, I still have no explanation for my actions.
I know you say it’s silly now but that does nothing to ease back my pain and guilt.
I know I’d said I’d drop it but I couldn’t shut my brain from over thinking.
So here’s to you, I have nothing more to offer other than more words:
I don’t know why I said it but I do know that I didn’t mean any of it.
I can’t believe I actually implied you would do what I did,
but I do believe that you’d never do anything that ghastly. Ever.
Just one more word for you.
One word. Five letters. Said with as much meaning as I can put into it.