New Endings

Whom do you turn to when the universe goes against you? I've often wondered about this question. I wonder about a lot of things. Like, do you think about all the people you have lost in your journey so far? Do you think about all the hearts you might have broken unintentionally? Do you think about all the promises you didn't care to keep? The world is a huge place yet so small. We meet the same people again. And again. And again. Sometimes we get bored of people. Then suddenly realize their worth when they're gone. We do things and then think about it. Rather regret it. So we decide to think first. But we think and think and think. And then realize overthinking is bad. Then promise not to do it again. And break our promise again. Repeat the same mistakes. Fear stability. Run from responsibility. It's the same for everyone. But you... You're an exception to the system. You know balance. You know yourself. Y...

I think it's beautiful when you hide yourself. Like a small cat peeking into a room. I think it's magnificent how you carry yourself ; stumbling but still walking ; falling but still getting up. I think it's fascinating how quietly you evolved. From that little girl with two neat ponytails to the woman with disheveled hair. Some say you have stardust in your eyes. Some say you have galaxies in your soul. Some say you are infinitely whole. You refuse to believe them. You have long learnt not to trust. You know better than to just give in. You know what being hurt means. You've been to places you never wanted to visit. You have seen the dark side. And optimism is just in your speech. You're broken but there's beauty in your cracks and pieces.  You're wounded but there's beauty in your scars. You're scared but you're brave at heart.  Surviving is like second nature to you. You're a sailor navigat...

" Learning - in the face of evil and in the name of love - what you are capable of yourself. " -The Friend *******SPOILER ALERT******** MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS A great ending to a not-so-great thriller.  'The Friend' by Teresa Driscoll does not fail to provide you with suspense. However, it does not quite hold the suspense that effectively. The story begins with a worried mother who left her child alone with a woman she trusted completely but a turn of events shows that her decision was wrong on many levels. The plot is exceptionally good as is the storyline. But the writing style isn't very appealing. A lot of events have been described with immense details which weren't needed and weren't associated with the story either.  For example: the detailed information about the lives of Matthew, the detective and Melanie, the investigator are quite irrelevant, the detailed relationship between Sophie and Mark is overdone as is t...

Just like sugar rush, I sometimes get word rush. Word rush is when my mind is overflowing with all these thoughts and constructing these beautiful sentences with such exquisite meanings but it's all so fast that my hands are not able to keep up and before I know it, it's gone. And I am thrown back into that abyss of deafening silence and overwhelming solitude. But even in that scary stillness, words make their way. Not in a rush though. Quietly and calmly. Like water flowing through the littles nooks and crevices. I caress these words very delicately and let them paint my blank canvas. They don't disappoint me. But I keep feeling empty. I feel like the painting is missing something. Like the painting could be a masterpiece but for the missing piece. And soon the painting turns into a puzzle, waiting for its missing piece. What could have been a great art, is suddenly reduced to an incomplete nothingness. After a while, the words see...

Someone once asked me why I like my coffee so bitter. I didn't know how to answer that. How do you even answer a question like that? It's like a distraction, you see. Like when you have a killing headache and you bang your head on the desk, really hard, out of frustration. And then you feel the pain and it hurts but it's a good kind of hurt because for a moment you forget about your headache. A distraction. A temporary satisfaction. It's the same thing with coffee. When you have lost all sorts of interest in everything and you stop tasting food, and only eat because you need it to be alive. And then you drink this bitter liquid and it doesn't taste that good but it's a distraction from the tastelessness. And so it tastes nice. Isn't it the same in life? When you've been hurt so bad by something that you just stop feeling things and then you deliberately hurt yourself (physically or emotionally) just to know whether you can still fee...