She lied. For me, she died? Oh, she lied that she cried. I didn't know Love. But, my heart skipped a beat whenever I heard someone even say, "I love her." Because it reminded me of you. The way you used to tell me through various ways of yours that you loved me. And that... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #6. ~Compassion~
The worst point in being sick is not that you are actually sick but that feeling which constantly haunts you for being worthless and being good for nothing; and that feeling of despair when you try to do the easiest of the things but you just can't do because you're so sick. What hurts so... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #29. ~Its not a love story~
My first advancement with words is not what uplifts my moments of deliberations, but that which touches your beauty, your style to an extent I just can't drain away from my mind. I often feel staid upon the feeling of love; but, surely not upon love on the whole. I had tried a lot to... Continue Reading →
Sometimes Love Is Not Enough: #1. Dad, you know I love you.
"If you don't know what's right, you have no right to say what's wrong." Dad marked me with these words when I was to leave my hometown for the first time, for further studies. "You are not a kid anymore. You have responsibilities of late as of now.", he prompted. My mind was still stuck... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #23. ~I choose: To Think Again~
Choosing between two rights is quite easy when you are lazy enough to extract one. And choosing between two wrongs is the hardest of life's protocol. But, choosing between the contrasts of right and wrong is humanity. Sometimes I wonder a lot. I don't care if I'm fathomed by my overt thinking. I just start... Continue Reading →