31 December 2016

2016 is over, 2017 is here, somebody kiss me!

Well, well, well, 2016 is so over and the whole world is excited to welcome itself into 2017.

I am sitting in a well-furnished hall of a rented flat in a wonderful area located Pune, wondering about when I am going to kiss someone I love when the clock struck the very first second of the new year. Just like yet another year, I will probably end up watching the Friends episode where Chandler was desperately saying on the new year's eve, 'Somebody kiss me, it's midnight, somebody kiss me...'. 

I will probably laugh at his situation, forgetting mine and slowly sleep into the night.

image from: http://www.hollywood.com/movies/people-having-a-worse-nye-than-you-60227750/

While the world is overexcited about the new year, I am not quite sure if I am excited about it. Nothing great happened in 2016 for me. So, I am not expecting great from 2017. As somebody has said, I am going to expect less from the new year to be happier in 2017.

Let's see how it goes, haywire or hey there... Happy New Year 2017!

22 December 2016

'Dedicated to', A diary page from 2012

... to ...

demi lovato,
larry and sergey,
da vinci,

... and to love and life ...

[a diary page from 2012]

16 February 2016

Will you give me a chance to start it over again? - Part 2

Part 1 : Will you give me a chance to start it over again?

Continued: >>>

She walked towards the bungalow, alone. She was wearing a white wedding gown like dress, which had started looking pale then.

The atmosphere outside the bungalow was cloudy. It looked like it rained a while ago and it would rain again any next moment. The bungalow looked grand and yet not maintained for a while. It looked like somebody just moved in after a long time. The stairs leading to it were hardly clean. The tiny garden outside the bungalow had grown up in a weird way. There was mud in the garden next to the stairs, and one could see the wet footprints on the porch.

The windows looked minty mist. If one could wipe the fogged water drops off the window, one could see the interior of the house which was movie like. The snow-white tiles were fit into the walls with some dark black tiles in between them. There were some faceless, mystical photos hanging on the walls of the bungalow. The bungalow looked like having duplex rooms. It had a staircase, right inside the big hall, leading to upstairs. As one takes a look at the staircase, one could see the shiny chandelier hanging from the ceiling right at the center of the hall. There was a grand piano placed right at the center of the hall. It was dusted off recently after long time.

As she walked into the porch, she could hear some song being played on the piano. It felt like a sad song. But there was something in that song she felt attracted to. She could not see who was playing it, as she was watching from the old, unclean window. But it was definitely a male figure playing the piano. The piano notes and chords were turning heavy with every passing moment, it was getting sadder with every piano key being stroked. It was still magical. She felt sad, she felt drawn towards it. She felt haunted, haunted by her past.

But what is it that I am worrying about? She thought. She had a powerful magic wand in her possession and she was the prettiest angel in the town. Nothing could have haunted her, not her past of sure. So she thought.

But she was wrong, in next few seconds song being played got sadder. And before she could realize it, she was walking towards the door. She was feeling a storm inside her head with every piano note. She wanted to bang the door and get inside and see who was waking up the dark memories in her mind. She felt weak, yet she gathered all strength and reached the door. She clinched her fist, and she moved her hand in the air to strike it on the door, and before she could do that - the clouds thundered. She took aback by that. But she held ground for her and moved further again. She was about to bang on the door and again the clouds thundered, this time opening the door.

As the doors opened up, the lights went off and there was darkness in the bungalow. The entire hall had no lights except the candle near the piano, and piano was still crying out its heart at the fingerprints of the male figure she was dying to see. She stumbled as she walked into the darkness towards the piano. The song was still getting intense. The pianist was putting his soul into the song. She was heading towards the piano, he did not notice.

She came down walking the stairs in the hall. She kept her feet on one of the floor tiles. A sensational cold wave ran through her spine, she felt lost. The pianist continued. She felt weaker. The chords got saddest they could get. Her eyes got wet, tears were in her eyes. The song continued. Her entire life flashed in front of her eyes. She missed him. The only boy who loved her truly with all his heart, the one she never cared for. She chose all wrong ones, and he did nothing wrong in his life except loving her. She laughed at him when she expressed his love for her, she remembered.

Why am I remembering him now, what does this have anything to do with him? She thought. She felt something was wrong in that air. She continued walking, he continued playing piano. The tears continued. She took first step on the floor tile, and the tile glowed up. She wandered and took another step and another tile shined up. The song was into last verse. He was playing it intensely, the atmosphere turned gloomy, sad. She had teardrops in her eyes, rolling down her cheeks, one of those fall on another tile and the tile turned into a dark tile. She continued walking, he continued playing piano. As she walked on the floor, every floor tile she walked on turned snow-white, and every tile where she shed tear turned into a dark one. And, after some seconds the clouds thundered again and flashed the light. She looked towards the door and she could see the piano like design on the floor where she walked on.

She walked heavily. He played intensely. She wished, if only she had her magic wand in her hand and she would have turned the bungalow with the white lights. But then she remembered she doesn't have one then.

As she finally reached near the piano, she looked down at the floor again. The pianist had stopped playing the piano. She looked back towards the door again, and she noticed all the tiles she walked on were moving, as if someone was playing them as piano keys - the black tiles and some whites. And then she turned her head towards the piano to see who was the one playing it. But it took by surprise when a lady wearing a dark brown gown, which was kissing the floor as she walked, was walking towards her. The lady looked a witch with a better face. She called that woman wearing the black dress as 'witch' in the mind. As the witch came closer, she found the witch's face looked exactly like her if she just adds few more years into her age.

Looking for this? The witch asked her, showing a magic wind in the air.
Umm, how did you found it? She asked.
The question is how did you lost it? The witch asked.
I gave it to him, when he came searching for me... She said.
And, he gave it to me. The witch said.
And, who are you? She asked.
You did not recognize me? I am you. I am the darker version of you. The one controlling dark side of you. I am the one doing all bad that you do. Question is - who are you? The witch said.
I don't know who I am... She said.
But I know, I am 'you' from your future. The darker you, mystic, gloomy, sad, alone - all because I hurt a lot of people when I was younger. I took pride in my beauty. I pushed away all the good people in my life. I hurt him... in my past. And, here I am now, living alone. He just came here a while ago, searching for you... The witch said.
I don't know what to do. I feel sorry for what I have done in the past. When I look back, I don't feel proud of me. What do I do now? She asked.
I don't know. May be apologize? See if his heart still beats for you? Prove you deserve him. Say you're sorry? I am leaving now. The witch said, waving her hand signaling goodbye. And, yeah, I am no witch - I am you, you from the future. Now is the time you have, to not have me in your future. Do the right thing, without the magic wand. And it is no more your wand. It is no more a magic wand now. The witch continued before she disappeared.

She gathered herself up and looked across the hall. She saw a flowerpot on nearby table with red roses in it. She tried pulling one of the rose from it, and one of the thorn did its job. Thorn hurt her finger. The tiny, red drop of blood come out from tip of her finger and fell on one of the floor tile. As her blood drop reached the floor, the clouds thundered again. For next few moments she lost her consciousness. When she was back into her senses, she realized she had traveled a lot of distance in past few seconds.

And, when she opened her eyes again - she was standing next to him, on the black tarred road. With tears in her eyes, she apologized and asked him the same question - Will you please give me another chance to start it over again?, as she offered him the red rose.

He looked at her, he took the red rose she offered. She started crying again and hugged him. He hugged her back with tears in his eyes and said, Yes, I will....

14 February 2016

When You Are With Me, Every Day Is Valentine's Day

when-you-are-with-me-every-day-is-valentines-dayChocolates, coffee and red roses;
Hugs, pouts and selfie poses.” 
It's Valentine's day!

“Darling, will you be there for me always and not just today?” 
She asks, before pouting her lips, taking a picture with him.

“I want to marry you,
I want to carry your sorrows on my shoulders, 
And share my happiness with you,
I want to be your comfort,
I will be there for you every single day,
No matter how things go bad,
I will always make things fine,
I will change all the dates for you my love,
And will make every single day - 'Valentine'!” 
He replies, hugging her, as he whispers his promising words into her ears.

And, with the red roses in her hand, like the dark chocolates, she melts into his love, blissfully.

Tere ishq ko...

Tere ishq ko thukra du,
Aisi guroor wali fitrat nahi hamari...

Par umra bhar tera intezar karenge, wafa mein teri,
Ye bewafa, itni buri bhi halat nahi hamari...


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ऐसी गुरूर वाली फ़ितरत नही हमारी।

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