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The colours sparkling in the dark, the incessant noise, the thick smell in the air… none of it registered in my solitude.

Time to lie on the grass under the blue sky, bask in the sun, enjoy oranges and fly kites. Winter is here!

I sense a decay I don’t wanna stop. There’s something unique in nothingness – it’s placid.

Chocolates taste best after midnight! 😉

I waited so long for you to call my name once more that I lost my own identity.

Sometimes two people spend years fighting and praying to get rid of each other… and only after their wish becomes true they understand each other, in separation. There is no match made in heaven and love as first sight is melodrama. People fall in love only when they learn how to evaluate each other as the person they are. When that happens all other differences vanish. That’s why they say love is magical.

A little mouse left the empty wrapper of the last Waffy with a note.

And someday I’ll vanish in this endless crowd of nameless faces… leaving no trace behind. The free bird will find its free sky.

Most people live in oblivion… in an enigma of progress and brighter future. Interestingly, men always aspire for the next glorious step but know little about the steps they never had to take. Though they think they have seen it all, most never had to make choices that can leave a scar for the rest of their lives.

For example, in a developing or a third world country, what’s the real reason behind a mother selling her child? Is it the dream that her child would have a better future or is it just the means to live through another month? What really makes life or the prospect of a better future so invaluable? Life, at least for her, would have only brought pain. Probably life doesn’t win over death, it’s hope that wins over death.

These people don’t communicate. Neither do they register in the progressive world, not do they have any future. They are only replaced by the next generation to go through the same suffering.

Of course, my love for you was 24 carat gold. No one else could ever love so blindly, so selflessly. And my pranks which irritated you then should have turned into memories to cherish by now. Time has taught me I am infinite and belong to the void. My presence is only that of a passenger in a train whose mode of travel keeps changing forever. So preserve the years I left with you somewhere deep. I’ll know they exist in you.

~ The hopeless romantic’s evergreen soliloquy