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What would you say to the sea? Would you still say that you miss me, like it was yesterday? Do your eyes still search for my presence? Do your arms still miss cuddling me? Do you still look at the sky like you looked at my face?

But then I realize that sometimes, just sometimes missing someone is okay, but not letting them again in your life leads you towards a better tomorrow
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2 years ago
Relationships


Today, while I was commuting through train. I don't know, but I didn't feel like sitting although there was enough space to make me fit somewhere in the compartment. As the train passed down the lane towards the next station.

There was a father standing in front of me with his son and I was standing near the door, to let the breeze caress my face through its beautiful touch. And as the train stopped at the next station. He tried to show his son the outside view holding him tight. He told him, "Ghabru nakos tula mi padhayla denar nahi khali, papa aahe na sobat"(Don't be scared I won't let you fall down, your father is there with you).

I wonder if I had ever heard those words during my childhood. You call me at times to know if I'm okay, because most of the times your phone is switched off.

I was in tears, but the scream was unheard. Tell me don't you miss your children's at times? Don't you want to tell them how sorry you are for the wrong doings you did to us? For abandoning us in between the journey of life, for not being a father I always dreamt of you to be. Tell me don't you want to clutch towards me, just to make me realize that you would never let me go.

But then I realize that I would be everything, but I don't want to be like you as a dad. I would be like that dad in the train, someone who'll hold his child tight when he'll be in need of me. I would be like that dad in the train. I would love them the same in the darkness, in fact hold them tight when times would be tough.

How are you these days? You are about to turn 60 soon in a year or so. Will your hands and leg work the same then? Would you be able to still do something to earn your livelihood or else you'll be in need of us. Need of your children's.

How I wish to be everything, but not you. How I wish to serve humanity like you always did, but never abandon the people who deserve my side the most.

But let me tell you, if tomorrow you need us or me. I'll be there standing and let you know no matter what you did to us. I'll never let your behavior reflect in mine. Maybe then you'll realize what wreckage you did. Maybe you'll realize how a dad you should've been.

Because how may I want to be anything, but never a dad like you.

Regards,
Your son
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2 years ago
Your Stories
It's tough, isn't it, looking back at all those memories we made together. It's hard to believe our together is over and how we are left with nothing, but to hold on to time that we had spent with each other. It's tough, isn't it?, to realize that we no more exchange any conversations, while time and then before we used to wait for the reply of each other, for that single blink on our phone reflecting your name. It's hard to believe the story where we existed once, are mere characters, who are nothing but just alive in the pages and strangers in reality. What if we cross each other's path tomorrow? Would your heart still skip a beat, like mine? Would you still have anxiety and feel restless, realizing years have only kept us apart, but heart has never come to the fact that it's over. Mom used to tell me that, it will all be fine one fine day, but I know that inside her closet at the corner there lies all those love letters, he gave her. She still search for that pieces of her in those words and her old self whenever in alone she reads it. I've seen her through the corner wishing how he would have been here with her right now. But then we have to realize that sometimes we have to chose someone who loves us more than the people we love. Maybe broken is beautiful, but there's nothing beautiful in heartbreaks. It's not something I would wish for anyone, it's not something I would want anyone to go through. Because whenever we leave someone a piece of their soul leave their footprints on the door of our heart.
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2 years ago
Relationships
Life has never been an easy journey. But then it isn't either a bad one. Right? I've realized that pushing yourself through the circumstances and rising high is the only option.

You have to believe in yourself to do anything. Your belief in you is something which holds the utmost importance. Realize that and work on it. In the end people can help you to cross the obstacles, but then you are the only hero in disguise. 
You have to push yourself again and reach heights again and again.
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2 years ago
Your Stories
I believe that wearing what you like is more important than trying to fit into others shoes. In conclusion I mean is that one should wear clothes they feel comfortable in.

Usually I prefer to wear semi formal shirts at most of the times. But remember to go with combination. If you wearing black then go along with a light skin color chinos or white one, even a light blue jeans can work wonders. In the same way combine your clothes, match it up and be comfortable in whatever you wear. 

Go with vans when it comes to shoes, it suits perfectly. As well t shirts goes well. When you wear shorts or 3/4ths go for collar t shirts. I hope it helps you in some way.
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2 years ago
Men's Fashion
I love my blanket more than I love the crowd. It provides warmth and serenity. I sleep trying to hide my face from the faces that walks around. I'm done pretending to like someone. I'm done trying to please, nod my head when not necessary, smile like it doesn't bother, say a 'No' because I don't like it. I'm done agreeing with the facts that I feel to disagree right away.

Yes you can call me an Introvert, anti-social, not a vibrant or label me with any names, but I'm happy with my space. I'm happy with a pillow under my head and a blanket covering my naked body. I'm happy eating a cup of ice cream at home with no one to tell me I'm turning fat, my face is hanging down with the fat. With no one to point out on what I should do and what I should refrain from doing.

Yes, I'm an introvert, so what? I love to give treat to my own self at times. I love being away from the gossips around. I love being away from the obnoxious people who are ready to spit the venom in the life of others. I'm happy to help anyone, but not trying to glorify like I'm the only one to do that.

I'm happy the way my thoughts traverse and oscillates. I'm happy I've so much in me that I keep hidden. But I still speak when needed. I tell a part of what I'm and others believe I've opened the book in front of them. You know me, still you don't know who I'm. I'm someone who would talk like an extrovert, yet live as an introvert. I'm someone who avoids going out at times. I'm someone who doesn't enjoy the crowd or love loud music always.
So, what would you name me after knowing who I'm, because a word would never be sufficing to dictate my personality. Yes, I'm an introvert and would you love to join me in my blanket ? Because, the warmth it provides, is better than the fake smile and care, that you are surrounded with.
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2 years ago
Relationships
Today morning as I woke up. I checked out my Whatsapp and the status feed showed all of my friends photographs along with their mother. And I reminisce about the time when you were with me. I never had a phone or anything to capture a photo with you. I wonder how you might be looking now, beautiful as always, right? Are your hair still long, do you still put bindi on your forehead, do you still wear those beautiful sarees that make you look like the most beautiful woman.

I look at almost every status, everyone wishing their mother, a very happy Mother's Day. And it's like today I've a phone, but I don't have you to click pictures. Life is really an unexpected journey. Does any means of communication works there? Like any courier service, a phone booth so that I can make a call to you directly, on daily basis. But then how I'll find your number?

And I realize the only thing I could do is write to you the things I've been wanting to tell you. Write to you about the days I feel low, the days when life knocks me down, but dare I give up and instead fight back every time. About the days when I pass by through a saree store only to not buy, because whom will I gift it to, if you are not here? Write about happiness, finding myself. Because I know no matter where you are, but if I'll tell you something, you'll listen to it and not complain. From where you mothers bring so much of love for your children, so much strength for sacrifices and still asks for nothing in return ?

I wish if there was a place name heaven in the world, for a place like that I would've been ready to spend all that I'll be earning, just to see you. Even from faraway I don't mind, but if they'll allow to meet you in person. I don't know what my heart would want to tell you. My eyes won't believe the fact that you would be in front, your touch would be real, your handmade food would still be the best cuisine in the whole world. Do you miss me, ma? If I do something wrong, do you still wish to make me understand? But then how you'll come down and tell me what is right and wrong.

They say life goes on, but they don't say that life goes on making it hard every day to live here. They don't say that life isn't a fairytale, it's all hardships and struggle. They don't say that no one can love you like your mother do. They don't say that life goes on, because we don't have an option to survive through rest of the time.

When I see my friends loving and caressing their mother. I wish you were also sitting beside me. But then I'm okay. I'm better. Because your soul walks in mine like a shadow in the dim light.

I guess loving unconditionally, not asking anything in return but surely helping the one in need, loving whatever life throws in front. Isn't all of that I've learned or you've infused it within myself? I just hope that I'm what you always wanted me to be. I just hope you feel proud of whatever I'm doing and will be doing. I hope I'll never let you down. Because I know if I'll stumble and would be about to fall, your invisible hands, yet so visible would always show me a right path.

Regards,
Your son. Who feel Mother's Days should be celebrated everyday.
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2 years ago
Relationships
When myself along with 2 friends came out completing our posting from hospital. There was a dad and son duo standing in front of the cross lane.
He literally smacked his son
who would barely be 6 or 7 years maximum. I swear, with the amount of force he hit him on his face, it was so loud and audible even though we were few meters away. I was continuously staring at him, but unfortunately couldn't do anything(regretting I could have slapped him in return and showed how fucking hard that feels).

It's a request to all the parents out there, please don't give birth to a child, just because you want to hit them later or dominate them by your dreams, fulfillment of wishes of being a doctor, an engineer or what not.

Already the population is very high, as well if you are not capable enough of being a good parent, don't become one, why to become only at first place?

I still have that innocent face of that child in front of me. No matter what he would have done, but it wasn't right of his dad to hit him in any manner. And then when they turn out to be silent and depressed, you don't know where you lacked as a parent? This is where you lack, and if you are going to be like him, please don't be, don't, it's a request on my behalf.
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2 years ago
Your Stories
I see you in the terrain land, with ambiguity covering your heart.
Those vague memories turning into sheer reality and I try to refrain from acceptance.

My heart skips a bit, the adrenaline rushing through the brain, waking me up from a deep slumber.
The place seems so similar, so ethereal that I could sense my blood smelling of it.

I try not to turn around. But then I do I try not to fall, but then I end up stumbling.
I whisper to those wintery lakes, those waves sailing taking along those words. But they never return, they don't. Would you still find them somewhere? That where they have been lost? Would you still fight and hold on or would you just let it go?

It's hard to decide, right? When your heart wants to stay and your conscience has already given up.

So, let's forget it all, let's shove it behind the winds. Let's not break the pieces of our soul into more of them, don't let the sunset enter, but instead let the bright light mark away, reminding you of the times that they left scars and you were courageous enough to turn them into poetries that you'll treasure.
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2 years ago
Relationships
It's been more than 2 months. Yes more than 2 months of fighting with my inner self. I'm so much dissolved within it, that I'm finding it tough to get out of bed. I don't like looking at my face in the mirror. I don't enjoy almost anything. Then I see my soul, it's all stained with bruises, scars and miseries.

It's like all those things are coming back, and devouring me back into a tunnel where there's no exit. It feels like I've been holding on to something for too long. Just like when you keep on dragging the rope away from everyone, at a point you realise, to leave it and let it go.

Just in the picture below, the tides are waiting to devour the guy whose already half beneath the water. I'm that guy, it's like I'm drowning and yet I know I'll rise. Hope is a crazy thing you know, It never surrenders. It always fight back and stay alive. So, for the hope that still ignite, for that flicker of flame that still doesn't relinquish. I'll fight and I know no matter what I'll rise high, beyond those horizon where sky meets the earth, beyond the predicaments that comes without a warning.

Because believe in me, you can take away everything, but you can't let the fighter in me die, never.
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2 years ago
Your Stories