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A story

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A story This is a story, a normal one, a story of a boy and a girl, The first time they saw each other, they fell in love It was the day after new year, the 2 nd day of the year Love doesn’t need a day, does it? Neither did they care. They first met when the guy pushed the girl Obviously the girl did fall Let me get to the plot what’s the hurry just wait, I’ll tell you the whole Story.. It was 2 nd day of the year but they both had their classes, both were late and in a hurry, and the guy had forgotten his glasses, They both were running and they collided, could’ve been a huge fight but being late, they both avoided. They say in love, the guy’s always wrong so earlier I said the guy pushed, did it quenched your thirst? They were going to class, so both had some books in hand, With the touching hands and colliding eyes slowly they did land. She blushed so did he; they were still for a second they forgot being late and the intimacy began. The girl starte...
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Mental detox

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And then it was how things happened. He was telling me the story about how the world was conquered by good energy and still there are places for people who did the good deeds, not the ones for themselves but others too. My mind had lost track amidst the story and began to wonder why they put these extra coffee beans on the side plate of espresso. Nobody would want their coffee bitter than this. And then the bitter taste of the sip of coffee which I had gulped a couple of 10 seconds back began to irritate my tongue. I had this tingly feeling and I wasn’t sure if those were the words in my head or the coffee in the cup. I was beginning to hear words, losing all the interest in the ever-growing surrounding which was blossoming with people entering and exiting the main entrance and I was deep into my head hadn’t it been for someone who wanted the extra chair where my bag was placed. It was black for a moment. I was so pre occupied to my thoughts, that I forgot to breathe and a sense...
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Delirium (I'm bad at titles, sorry)

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It was fourteen years ago when both of us were young and stupid, we met.  She never had a boyfriend after the first one and I was on the constant urge of jumping from one human soul to other like a monkey on its peak adolescence.  She never bothered me at first except the fact that the time I met her I was with someone else who was much less attractive both mentally and physically and we didn’t even clicked. The only reason we were together was because of our common choice of the coffee house we dwelled in. And this girl I meet has a lot of interest that drags me to her but whatever big of a jerk I was I never even once got involved with two people at a single time.  Maybe Number was once what I used to brag about back then but this is the only fact right now that I feel proud of, of my entire dating history.(well that and a couple of people I met here and there along the way) When we first started talking, it felt like destiny was meant to be. We not only shared hobbi...
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Reminiscence

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“I don’t think I’ll be allowed to.” “But you were cool with it till yesterday” “Yeah things changed. I don’t think my parents will allow” “Did you ask?” “No but I know they won’t” Bee walks in the café. “Bee Look now he’s denying going to the concert with me.” Aggy said. “Not fair Shring, You promised.” Bee was prompt with his statement. “No but I won’t be allowed.” I was trying to convince Bee instead of aggy now. “Won’t you really?” Bee questioned. He’s good with catching up lies and this question from him had raised alarms in aggy’s brain too. “Yeah! I’m not lying.” Aggy breaks eye contact in midst of the statement. It was New Years Eve 2019 , 2 tickets to the most awaited concert of the century and I had told Aggy if he could get two tickets I would go with him. He was hyped up about this concert, I never was. I never am. I rarely hang out with these people and they are like the only people I “extrovert” myself with. I’d love a classic from Khaled Husseni a...
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Moving on

It was not her who was the biggest bitch,  Her best friend turned out to be a bigger one.  Convincing myself to move on.  😏 Thank you for visiting. Please like share and comment.. HAVE A GOOD DAY!
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TOXIC AFFAIRS

A minute autumn bridge was welcomed onto the main passage with the open doors as an invitation to house warming. The guests were first welcomed by the burning of the fire place and the dog let out a sneeze as if sensing something horrible was going to happen. The blowing wind felt like a light drizzle in many parts of the heart. Coconuts fell in its adolescence and birds chipping away felt a heavy grief bestowed upon them as their nests with the little one’s in the egg got swiped right up the branch and down in the big rock, that crumbled the life growing inside them. Some people far away from all of these who lived their own life enjoyed the day with a warm cup of coffee and a book by their side posting their pictures on instagram captioned as “Such a romantic weather. #Coffee #Books #Instagram #RomanticWeather” Such a great time to be alive, an age of huge contradictions, where arguments are won over a bit of tears, where an innocent logic is buried alive by the raised voice, howe...
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Something we all can relate to

One day you are awoken in midnight by voices screaming “Happy Birthday” with the best possible desire to synchronize than the voices of a choir, and then you realize things aren’t the same anymore. You’re no longer a teenager. Things seem so rapid and fast with all the changes going on around you. You got friends getting married, some are addicted to drugs, some are travelling the world, some are still focused on their life and working hard enough with a possibility that there is a bright future waiting ahead and there are a few of them who still have to take permission to stay out of home late after six thirty. Not every time things happen to be a story. A beautiful looking text is not always a quote. Things only seem beautiful when relates to your own life. Texts seem to touch your heart and drill right through the tiny body of yours enough to give  you an uplift to the spiritual level of understanding where you are made to feel you are not the only one to go through this, or...
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Mental Health - Is this depression?

Being a man of few words is a very difficult task in this society that can’t stop speaking. It’s just way too much to process when too much of it has been going on and it’s much harder when talking hadn’t been beneficial in the past at all. One could always ignore the negatives and head towards the source of light but it’s too hard when you end up colliding in the mirror, a mirror of thoughts, chained and linked over a thousand perspectives, hard to get your focus off of. When you’re not even the hero of your own story, because of the small demon in your brain which seems to give you a free choice, but what it really does is take control. It seems to be there for you but instead what it does is keeps you for itself, when you can just move on to a happier life. You seem to be going for happiness but instead it’s just a virtual image you see and once again you bang your head in the mirror thinking how you got fooled to move farther away from your dreams. This demon never allows the good...
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