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Friday, July 21, 2017

Minor seasonal changes

Mid thirties ..... like a season of ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ’ฎ autumn, sometimes its ☁ cloudy with doubts, sometimes over ๐ŸŒ’ shadowed with attitudes, sometimes heavy with a shattered ​๐Ÿ’” heart and sometimes you are too busy to sit and think๐Ÿค”.
         After those struggling ages of
๐Ÿ“– study.... exam ๐Ÿ“ .... the race of life๐Ÿšด๐Ÿšต suddenly takes a pause ⏸,  we keep aside our pages ๐Ÿ“„๐ŸŽ–๐Ÿ† of credit - sadly we realize how little they mean now. In this phase of autumn, things change......as an effect or being affected we change.....a few pages turn, some pages we leave intentionally unnoticed and.... abruptly open a new chapter. It is like we are being haunted ๐Ÿ‘ป - finish fast ⏳ , there is lot more left to explore. It's ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚autumn dear! Whispering you- look closely ๐Ÿ” at you - this is you , ๐Ÿ‘”how much have you done, ๐Ÿ•ตassess how much is still undone.... and your mirror zooms your grey ๐Ÿ˜ตall the time..... freckles have touched ur youth....and then it haunts- what if Time plays a ๐ŸŽฒ negative role . Countless likes and too many followers ๐Ÿ˜Ž, all these attachments and possessions..... where will they stand without You?????
           It's getting too fast .....and a brake :  to remind that after the fall of autumn , new leaves ๐ŸŒฑ of life comes back. Yes it is the season of falls, but it restores  too ... ⚖ ... brings back a new life, reminds you to lay back , take a short ↩ reverse ,

๐ŸŽต๐Ÿ“ธ๐ŸŽž☕๐Ÿ“บ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿ๐Ÿ„๐Ÿ–๐ŸŽก๐Ÿšฟ๐Ÿ€๐ŸŽ€ ,

look up ๐Ÿค“ at your cloudy sky with your bright eyes  ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘....and clouds ๐ŸŒˆ smile too.
            It's been a race to live this life since we existed .....it will be the same till the last date ๐Ÿ“†. In between ..... came all the  seasons.

Monday, July 3, 2017

Judgemental story of love

Its a love story, a complicated telepathy among two split personalities, a chaos of emotions embroidered by a hopeless threads of feelings.

He: Who are you?
She: I am Mrs....
He: I know.
She: (Surprised) What??
He: (Smiles confidently) Yes, I know everything  about you.
She: (Disgusted) Then nothing to speak, why talk!
He: Still. Known and knowing... its there.( What he hid was - actually judging how much has she changed in all this space of time.)
She : (extremely  confused, specially either to believe or not, though everything that came out of conversations were nothing except absolute abyss - baseless, but the anxiety, its effect was so exciting that she went on listening, and never realised that she was getting habituated, a habit which changed her forever.... with the course of time she measured all depths, not a single corner was left unseen by him, he was like ploughing and sowing seeds of dependence, a dependence if she honestly accepts burns your ear..... unacceptable love. There was so much she wanted to know, but she adjusted herself and accepted the darkness... against all odds the only thing which could touch her was his silent cry. No two options work here, its fixed, she has her limitations... but human being...  they have a mind - a heart, these are uncontrollable, but she had to control it too, she had her reasons, it was sad that the source of all humanity begins from love, but when it comes it brings situations which demand nothing but sacrifices. ) How to manage it all?
He: I know what you are thinking and cooking in your mind!
She: Yes its been a while now, I know all your recipes, I don't cook anymore, I am getting fat day by day with your delicacies.
He: ( laughs) Its time to diet now.
She: I'm no fashion show piece, but yes if controlling hunger demands a few pounds of sacrifice, then why not,.....
He: (stops in the middle) Honestly  I want you to be healthy, live a proper life, you have a family. Lets cut it short.
She: (smiles) I know my limit, I will never let you feel guilty, it was you who asked my fingers but I with my full wish danced with you, I will be grateful, I had a twist in my life, full of entertainment. All ends are after all ENDs, but if I finish it gracefully, I will have no regrets.
He: You sound as usual.

Rest of it, was a story, a hazy one which was hard to explain, since the moral of the story was lost. Telepathies carry no record.  It was all recorded in their mind, unfortunately the injuries of the heart..... hopefully it will be healed only with tears and smiles.