Teenage Dreams

“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

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!

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

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 at

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

Trust me you don’t want to read this one. 😂😂 Don’t say I didn’t warn you. And please if you do read, at least make it to the end.                                                    A nother story This is a story, a similar one too many stories with a common denominator of having a plot, a sub plot, a background (well, no background) a suspense and much more but the numerator which varies in this bit of a story is the way It’s going to lead you. This is a high maintenance story. At every full stop and at every comma, you need to stop and purify yourself over the toxicity of the characters and prepare yourself for the twist and turns followed by a sudden bump ready to make you fall out of your track of reading this series of texts. This is about a bunch of friends. The friendship dates way back to the time when dinosaurs still existed or maybe the big bang occurred. They were typical Mahabharata like characters with names like Ram, Sita, Laxman, Krishna, Draupadi, Gita, Radha and

I wasn't dressed the best, the first time I saw her.  The bliss of ignorance filled the air as a blow of senseless wisdom filled the spaces. Timing was at it's finest brew and the temperature of the room was matching the coffee pouring down of the coffee machine.  Eyes were rolling and everyone was looking at new faces that filled the auditorium that day. Happiness and Stress were distributed in equal proportions. Some were sure of their fate while some still argued that this is not their dream.  Maybe it wasn't,  maybe it was but still fate plans the best for everyone.  The rolling eyes that day,  caught some glimpses.  Some of the same glimpses happened to take place in the coming days leading to a deja vu situation where as some glimpses,  when happened didn't felt like it was the one and only time it was happening. But then time lead to prove that it was. Time is a strong player of the game. I never knew that the glimpses that happened only one, was going to happen