I have been surprised multiple times today. So much that I have had to take out time to put it in writing because I didn’t want to lose the essence of this feeling that is with me since last night. It feels as if I am on a constant high since the two beers I had last night. By the way, I rarely drink more than one 50 cl each night when I am in Dubai.
I am surprised by the amount of energy I am showing of late at work. Taking back to back flights for work, working tirelessly, getting responsibilities like never before and ending up getting things done, one way or another. Future has never looked busier, if not better. Continue reading
The word ‘Magic’ can be associated with very few things in the world. The things that you look forward to all the time because when you did it for the first time, it was magical. For example, first kisses are always magical, first hugs as well, if done properly.
In 1999, I was thirteen years old when I had my first magical experience. I was spending summer vacations at Grandpa’s home in a village near Indo-Pak Border in Rajouri sector. The trip was magical and life altering in many ways. Continue reading
It is impossible for anyone to forget their first kiss, no matter how bad it was. Equally impossible is to forget the first touch of the opposite sex, the first hug, the first shared meal they had, the first movie they saw together, the first time they tried to have sex, the first time they actually had sex. These are all memories one attains for life, and memories, over the course of time, get transformed into lessons. Continue reading
“Doesn’t she look like Aishwarya Rai?” I said to Rajan.
She was gorgeous. I have always had this habit of falling in love with beautiful things, words, people and I fell for her on the first day I saw her. It was the first day of the sixth standard in school, back in 1996. The teacher was getting along with the introductions of the newly admitted students and she was one of them. I was waiting for her turn desperately, dying to know her name, looking for an excuse to ask her a question about her earlier school, or where she lived, or her hobbies, anything! Continue reading
“Hauz Khas”, Varun said to the auto driver and the auto started to make its way through the busy road of Green Park market. He checked his watch, though there was no sense in checking the time. Time was of no importance today. He had reached Delhi a few hours ago and it had been along and tiring journey. The weather was very bad over Pakistan and nobody on the plane could sleep because of the heavy turbulence.
Varun had been waiting impatiently for this journey to happen. For the last two years, he had been living in self exile, voluntarily disconnecting himself from everybody for the sake of a dream which had grown so big that it became impossible for him to keep it hidden from unwanted people in his family and friend circle. He decided to leave the country, leave behind everybody, including his love, Divya. Continue reading
‘If you could change three things in me, what would those three be?’ he asked.
‘No, I don’t want to change anything even if that makes me angry or whatever’, she replied.
‘Sure?’ he asked again.
‘Yes! If life is already perfect, is there any strive left? I don’t think so!’ she exclaimed. Continue reading
In the last few days, I have talked about love with two people who affect my life in one way or the other. The talk which was left incomplete once felt more than complete the other time. Now I feel the need to write about it. To write what I feel about love and so does it goes here.
An introduction is necessary for every piece of writing, but I have eliminated that part intentionally and would rather like to talk about how to read this piece of writing. Firstly, I have kept this article limited in the simplest of the words and combinations, devoid of examples, a little abstract, so it would require your brain to think while you read along. Secondly, this is for people who have ever thought about love, mind it I am not talking about their love life or loved ones, but only love. Thirdly, if at any moment, while reading this piece, you stop getting the feel, just leave it, because the lines that would follow, will be just piece of shit for you. Please do not try finding any literary pleasure in this writing. That is it! I will head start from the very next line. Continue reading