She believed in love. Growing up on a healthy diet of Shah Rukh Khan movies and Hollywood rom-com gave her dreams. They gave her ideas and hope. "Damn you, Bollywood," she complained, trying to get the image of SRK's intense eye expressions out of her mind. Others said times were changing and romance was dead.…Read more Romance is not Dead
What are you holding on to? Do remember that nothing stays. What are you hoping for? Do remember what is now. What are you regretting today? Never forget that time has moved.
"They think I'm strange," she lamented. The mother smiled. She had heard the same about herself. "You're not strange, child. You are different," she explained. The girl thought silently before asking, "Is being different good?" She answered the question herself; "I am happy and that's all that matters, right Mom?"
Sometimes she wondered if it was fate. "Why was I born when the stars weren't positioned right?" The girl blamed the parents, astrology and God. But then she dried her tears and felt a smile as loving purrs and head butts reminded her to be grateful.
The darkness inside was a sharp contrast to the sunny sky outside. She did her thing, running on auto pilot. It wasn't hard to fake a smile or two. People never bothered her much because they knew she was an introvert. But when she heard laughter, the ugly thoughts made her heart churn painfully. But…Read more Inside Outside
"Hold me," she asked without a syllable. He heard her. His strong arms surrounded her thoughts, making the terrible ones disappear. She said a silent thank you. His arms responded. They didn't need words.
Wasted years turned into sudden regret. She could blame nobody but herself. Choices are personal yet circumstances are created by more than one. She yearned for the lost years. Precious days and months and years spent in a loveless cloud. She had fooled herself believing that she wanted just that. "Is it too late?" The voice…Read more Too late for love?