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40 hours of love

I was up till 3AM last night with a hurricane in my head. Past 40 hours have been beautiful and I am grateful for them. The date that we had and the conversation afterwards which didn’t seem to end. But as I sat down with a pen in my hand and yellow colored parched papers of my diary, my throat went dry. Everything that we shared made me go into a trance of realization of how I first fell in love four years ago and how it all started and I don’t know if it’s a coincidence or not, but the similarities are hard to ignore and that realization has opened up wounds I thought were healing. Sometimes it’s better to read beautiful pages from glossy paper hard bound pretty cover books than to make that book your own and create a chapter out of it. 
I think I loved you when you distracted me while I was trying to gather my thoughts about GST. I think I loved you when you told me about your first experience with alcohol. I think I loved you when you shared the story of shedding tears in the lap of nature. I think I loved you everytime we crossed the roads. Roads for me are like I own them and I walk like I am the queen but then you made me feel like a child on the road having fun. I think I loved you every minute. 

But a part of me gets scared of happiness. I read about love, I write about love, I feel love all the time. And I am not used to being loved. And I am not used to the happiness associated with moments of love. As much as I enjoy them I get scared of the hurt that comes along. Nothing in this life is not balanced. If love gives you a high feeling it also gives you an equally low feeling and that low place sucks so much that high feeling feels scary. 

I will look for reasons to get out of it, I will look for reasons to abandon everything good in fear of uncertain risky future. I will look for reasons to find wrong in what felt right. And I will regret my choices and decisions but then I will make peace with it. Time. It’s never the time that passes by. It is you and I and I let it because falling trap to some insecurities are better than some uncertainties. 

And as Sarah Kay and Phil Kay said

“Love arrives exactly when it is supposed to and it leaves exactly when it is supposed to.”
“Thank you for stopping by.”
From 40 hours of love to 40 rules of love in attempts to avoid heartache.

“Where there is love, there is bound to be heartache.”

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Shadow

Sometimes there are times in life when the only companion is your own shadow which hides itself after dark. Maybe that’s why nights are lonesome. Only if I could switch on the lights at night but darling I am too tired fighting off demons inside the layers of skin. My blood flows with frictional battles underground beneath layers invisible to naked eyes. Only the soul is naked yet hidden. Eyes closed, let’s sing the lullaby and drift into peace forgetting we exist.

​Can a Soul be Sad and yet not Dark?

Yes. And no. Honestly I do not know. Because souls are beings. They define our very existence. Souls are neither happy nor sad. Souls are just souls. Souls are life and a proof that we are alive to feel the emotions of sadness and happiness. Darkness is an attribute we associate with emotions of sadness, jealousy, envy while happiness, bliss and laughter are the light in our lives but two contradicts can very well coexist. How I cannot explain but you can feel them. Being sad doesn’t make you a dark human or a dark soul because a sad person either gives up on life and commits suicide or he uses his sadness to create art. Art that will be so powerful and passionate that it will make you feel uncomfortable. Dark poets are always celebrated yet criticised. Paradox? Irony? Maybe. Because some things are so intertwined that it’s impossible to pinpoint. Fascinating are those that radiate sunshine through their wounds of hurt and sadness. And divine is this thought that gives meaning to art and life. 
My dear, souls cannot be dark, souls cannot be sad. Souls can only be drunk. How? Ask the Nightingales.

1.2.3.4.5. I think I’ll make it. So shall you. 

1. Inner peace is not over-rated. 
You know what. I am having an existential crisis. And I am the independent girl you would like to call when you are in crisis. I have always thought meditation and looking for peace is over rated. Trust me it is not. Yes I do feel awkward sitting by myself trying to chant “Om Shanti Om, I am a peaceful soul.” Because clearly I am not. I try to calm my demons every now and then and there they are dancing around fire ignoring my attempts for serenity and laughing right back at me and when I get exhausted, I enjoy their company. Let inner peace take a backseat. 
2. Comfortably Numb.
This feeling of being comfortably numb is as addictive as coffee. One just craves to be there if you’re going either way. Happiness comes with *Conditions Apply. And when moving on towards sadness, comfortably numb is an alluring destination. We don’t realize that there’s no destination in life, it is a journey with stations to stop by. But you know I keep missing my trains often. 
3. I am a needy girl but I won’t accept this fact. 
I am a normal girl (well not exactly normal). I want a good career. I like to be independent but at the same time, I have the same dreams like any stereotypical girl, that I often judge. I do crave having a relationship. I do wish for a guy to pamper me with clichéd romantic gestures. I do wish to have a perfect relationship with my girlfriends, have nightouts, pajama parties, sleep overs and gossip sessions. Instead I hide behind this statement, “I find all of this boring, reading books is my escape” well books are indeed my escape but these things are not boring. I just call them boring because I don’t get to do all of this. I like to have attention. When people appreciate me for my work, for my strength I like it. I don’t take criticisms really well but I am learning to. I am fairly independent yet not so independent. I fight my own battles yet I like someone to be around just to listen to me. I might say I am okay even when I am not but then I will tell you everything that bothers me if you say you have time to listen to me when I ask “do you have time? Can I rant a little?” 
I know I can manage everything in life because I have been doing that. But that doesn’t negate my needs and desires which I often mock at just to make myself feel comfortable. I am a needy girl but I won’t accept this fact. 
4. I think I’ll make it anyway.
Despite 1,2,3 I still think I can make it because I do have the best people in life. I do have the best of books to depend on. I do have an amazing family and career and teachers. Romance is not everything I am told. Maybe someday I will start living without the desire for romance because trust me rest everything I have. 
5. Why are you reading this? What you shall gain by reading about a girl like me?
You’re reading this because we’re all made of the same stardust and I want you to know that we all have our shortcomings, some we accept, some we don’t. But we all make it anyway. We all are blessed in so many ways even when we all have been broken at one point. Let’s just hold on to our dear ones and twist our lives through because walking straight is not our thing after all these years. 

Dear You

Dear you, 
There’ll be days when you won’t feel fine and everything around you will stop making sense and there’ll be things that you need to get done but your body will protest, your mind will go stressed and your heart will feel exhausted. You’d want to be alone and nothing will make you happy. On days like these, think about roses that bloom in the garden with lush red petals which is often the color of love and lust. Think about how this one rose sets everything right when you give it to your loved ones despite having thorns in it. Your index finger often bleeds when you touch the rose but the soft gentle feel of the petals and the fragrance still makes you smile. On days like these, find a soul like that of rose which makes you smile even when it hurts. And soul doesn’t mean you need to find a human. Books, music, even rooms have souls. Just hold on to that soul for some moments and let the universe speak to you in silence. In silence, we all are one and you’re not alone. Those days turn around and smile back at you bidding farewell to the feeling of not being fine.

The Faraway Soul Sisters

Once there were two girls

Girls who were classmates and liked each other.

One had a gang and was popular enough.

The other one was an insecure student with no friends and hence became the teachers’ pet.

She wanted attention. She wanted to be liked by others. She wanted to befriend the popular girl but then she realized she is a misfit and not needed around. She started reading novels for the first time back when she was 15. She never liked novels her mother got for her but read comics. Her attention span was short. She wanted to please people and feel accepted. She was messed up like any 15 year old and lonely. It took her sometime to befriend her loneliness and turn it into beautiful solitude. That popular girl remained her Faraway friend with whom she shared this really enthusiastic HI whenever they met. 

Years pass by, both graduated from school and went to Delhi University. Coincidentally both joined girls’ college (different ones of course) and incidentally remained in touch after school. They met each other once or twice an year, had quality time and wished each other a happy birthday on calls. You know that’s a big deal in today’s time. Eventually they both became mutual admirers of each other. 

They both were Faraway Soul Sisters. They did not know. 

One fine day, they just start talking regularly and for some strange reason both go on a journey of self discovery. They both indulged in deep life talks and absolute shit too but it was all too good to be true.

The point is that humans evolve. The popular girl embarked on a journey where she evolved as an art and the other one became partially mature but mostly angry young ambitchious woman. Both are insecure. Both look forward to self discovery. And they are in this journey together in the present moment but they are not sure how long their companionship will last but sometimes there are moments you feel that these two are Faraway Soul Sisters who are as messed up as those crazy crows that flow. Yes flow. It’s not a typo. The sentence doesn’t make sense to make sense of the point you see. I don’t know how to end this blog post so I will go by saying

“Mac and Cheese is the greatest invention of all times.”

Bye!

P.S. Thank you for being my Faraway Soul Sister.
To my dear Readers, I am sorry to disappoint you with such a weird ending but you see now movies are open ended so why can’t blog posts be 😉

The Summer Of Learning

I have been a student ever since I can remember and summer vacations, have always been a part of my life. In school, it was always about visits to grandma and loads of holidays homework and an outstation trip with family. This routine continued for 15 years of schooling. In college, summers meant reading books, attending events around Delhi which catered to literature, poetry, art, theatre, and music.  There were friends who used to do internships to build their CVs while I was happy sitting in my AC room reading one book in one day and consuming huge amounts of cold coffee and well, getting fat. One summer I got so fat that I had to go to the gym next summer. Anyhow, coming to the summer of learning.

Summer 2017

It was compulsory for masters students to do an internship during the summers. When this announcement was made, I was distraught. I was so upset that I gave up all hope of having a good summer in March only while the semester was still on and then there was this Internship hunt. I am so glad that I did not have to suffer to get an internship, I got an interview scheduled through college placement cell and when the interview happened, I was so relieved because the first interview of my life went amazingly not because I was amazing, well I was good enough but my interviewers were such beautiful happy people. I knew for a fact that if I get lucky to land up with an internship here, my summers are going to be just perfect and guess what, I did get lucky.

These two months of summer have been so enriching that no words can do proper justice. Here’s a tribute to each of the person I have had the pleasure of working with. I will first start with our Director of the Company, Dr. Kamal Vatta.

Dear Kamal Sir,

No words will ever be enough to deliver the amount of gratitude I have towards you. You have been a fantastic teacher and each and every discussion with you has been full of wisdom and laughter and such a combination is rare to find. With you, I have learned to enjoy the work and work did not seem like work. Every morning when I used to wake up, I was excited to come to the office because of this constant feeling “What is new today.” Thank you so much, sir, for everything, from lunches to software classes to giving us the freedom to experiment and come up with new things. So much gratitude.

Dear Sandeep Sir,

I would like to thank you for your wonderful insights and quirky jokes that brought smiles every day. Your stories and characterization of people whom you have met are so beautiful. It is your stories and bringing ideas from the stories for the work is awe inspiring. Your constant guidance and that faith you show in our experiments are to die for. Thank you so much, Sir.

Dear Shweta,

Our interactions have been less but each of them was pretty. I think I have had more fun with you because you are the similar kind of crazy as I am but just a little less. Those golgappas and singing in the office kitchen moments are something I will cherish for a long time. And thank you for the lovely book.

Dear Ashish, Parisha, Priya, Himanshi, Surya Sir,

Conversations after 5.30, and those walks to the metro station full of jokes and laughter are things to remember that will bring a smile as I sit next year on the same WordPress blog to analyze my next summer.

Dear Garima,

Even though we did not get much time, I have had some wonderful conversations with you in the beginning which I will cherish. All the best for your new life in a new city.

And I cannot forget Dubey ji, who always took care of my caffeine needs.

Last but definitely not the least, my internship and college mates,

Shilpi, Kumkum, Vibha, Sanya

Guys, working with you has been so much fun. This bonding which we have developed is here to stay. Thank you so much.

And that’s about the Internship Diaries.

Now coming to unimportant things I am productive at,

Sunday Book Market, Dariyaganj check

Book launch attended check

Theatre event attended check

Poetry event attended check

BYD’s Mac and Cheese check

Movie screening at IHC check

Meeting my lovely friends check

Reading all day check.

 

Well, it has been a summer of learning where I attended so many events, read so many research papers, to be precise I read 67 and I also developed a habit of reading academic magazines. So all in all, it was the best summer of my life. Thanks to everyone involved.

And how can I forget mom and dad, and bhai. They put up with my nautanki while I was off social media for the summer.

Dear readers,

I hope you had a good summer too.