Teenage Dreams

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...

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...

“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...

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 ba...

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 o...

Best buddy of a time No texts or calls in years. All these days life happened but all was the misnomer of fear. Escaping dreams of reality The fear of revolt of self Reliability of soul Freedom of death Trap doors of fear Seeds of the autumn The golden forest around Calmness leading to the rain. Hatch of slack Poverty of kindness Redemption of hearts Slaughtered by blindness. Dragging lines of poetry As it extends Same as you Depends on who presents. Same words of different people. As it blossoms in the forest of rain. Equality prevails and so does happiness .. Thank you for visiting. Please like share and comment.. HAVE A GOOD DAY!

The stories of success are effective when it comes from someone successful. This is one of the solid statements that won’t be contradicted on any grounds. What if I change the things the other way around? What if the truth is that, all those who have been successful have written their story way earlier than they claimed they did? Then, Will I have the courage to complete what I just started, A story-The story of success. The world has been saying practice because practice makes a man perfect. Yeah can’t seem true as it gets but where we miss is realizing the aspects to practice. You can’t expect an elephant to practice climbing a tree and hope that one day it’ll get perfect in it. Maybe it can get true but it’ll need constant practice from one generation to another where all the members of a ancestry will devote their life for a cause and when millenniums will have passed, one generation will arise where a fat creature with a trunk in its mouth which may or mayn’t be an elephant w...

I was wrong that day and the biggest mistake I made was thinking it to be a regular day. It was a regular day in the sense that there were no special markings on the wall calendar but it was seriously something more than normal for me to flirt with someone after a long gap of many months. My recent break-up, which was a couple of months back had left me with no intention to be involved again in this agonizing game of heart make and heart breaks but seeing this girl for the first time had a different feeling. It was a reflex that I started talking with her and it was a reflex that simple texts lead to serious conversations and there were ingredients of flirt in every bite of the dish. Had the leisure lasted a bit longer, I would've taken things way down but  life had different plans. That was what happened that day and it ended up for good. You can't write this stuff. It's more beautiful when it's unexpected and that was something that happened the following day. I was...

-A common Sw & 31 initiative. 2017/02/10 Friday It wasn't a suprising fact but something unsual than what you get to see everyday. It was a happy moment. The end moments of marriage ceremony and every one was happy and living to their fullest. The moment came when you had to bid goodbyes and as usual the bride started crying and followed by every other female members of the family. That's what you should expect to see at the end moments when you're attending from the bride's side. It wasn't somthing unsual. It was actually the part that kept Saurav going. He started to make video capturing the moments to cherish. Then somthing unsual caught saurav's eye. There was someone crying. A guy. The bride's uncle. He was crying. Saurav saw him wiping the left of his both eyes followed by the right portion of both of them. He was crying for sure unless it was that two insects flew right at the moment simultaneously at the same time into both his eyes. As long a...

If you are going to sit still in life then a dog is going to come and shit on you. Change. Keep Moving. Recognize. Thank you for visiting. Please like share and comment.. HAVE A GOOD DAY!

That is how life goes A loves B B loves C C loves D D to E and ends with Y loves Z . I'm the A 😴 Thank you for visiting. Please like share and comment.. HAVE A GOOD DAY!

Never force a good thing to happen because it won't be same as letting it happen on its own. 😊 Thank you for visiting. Please like share and comment.. HAVE A GOOD DAY!

Talking idealistic is easy but that is not how life goes.😊 Thank you for visiting. Please like share and comment.. HAVE A GOOD DAY!

#WhyIwrite I write because you made me to. One different moment and things could've been completely different. 😊 #NotARegreat 😏 Thank you for visiting. Please like share and comment.. HAVE A GOOD DAY!

This is not a blog. I know that this won't be read by no-one expect me to whom this post matters. And Yeah! I'll be writing every of my baggage that I need to let go of. I have a lot of them and It'll take time for me to be able to let it out.. Every one of it may not escape through writing but let's hope it'll be as much as I'll need. #1 First of all, Let's start from 10th of November. Well, i am sorry for hurting you, Yeah! Maybe i was supposed to stick around in hard times but I had my problems, so #1, I'm truly sorry for cutting the call in the middle of conversation. It's just that I don't give a shit about your love life and how you love that girl and blah! Blah! Blah!😈 #2 October 12 or something around. I've been in worst hangovers of my life and I literally am sorry to whomever it may concern. I shouldn't have done things or gone to places you denied and that was one of the worst decisions of my life.  Sorry.😧 #3 November...

The blog begins few lines below after this notice/Advertisement Before I begin I want you to know that you can now suscribe to my newsletters via  Email  . Just send Suscribe to the email address  sauravwagleee@gmail.com Contents of the blog: Actually i started to write these quotes for a video project but couldn't complete. So I guess this will be the best place for it to be shared. And yeah! This was written in quite a haste, so many of the quotes might seem familiar to you. Enjoy. #Peace 1) Love her forever. 2) There shouldn't be no questions asked when you're in love.. You can't just hide anything from your loved ones. 3)let you be having the crappiest day of your life or  even you're fired from your job, you are going to forget every problem , let it be for a second when you see her. 4) Love no matter what. 5) Correct her when she's wrong. Maybe you hurt her but protect her from being hurt from public. 6) Don't promise. Maybe you...