My Lazy Girl

I could have protected myself from the winds but I chose to hit the storm upfront. I wasn’t sure whether I will be able to make it or whether I will end up loosing my soul. He was unworthy and unknown to me. I can tell by looking at his face that he was not completely there with me. It was just one part of him which was visible to me. He was the man with many layers and he was certainly not what he was trying to orchestrate. He was a deep sea bed to me, the more I dive into him, the more I acknowledge him. I wanted to hold him that moment and tear the mask which he had been wearing. I wanted to talk to him, I wanted to know things about him, I wanted to understand every fibre of what he was actually made up of. “Relax! Take it slow. “, said one of my side to me. I obeyed the voice without any hint of doubt and arguments. I didn’t want to fall for him. I didn’t want any spark to lit up among us. Despite of all my efforts, I felt a strong force against him. One corner of me ...

Life was simple , without any complexities. Achieving a 80+ score in maths and science used to make us among the Einstein’s of our class. We all have lived our 16th year of age. Remember those days? According to my calculations, we would have been in class 8th 9th or may be 10th (adjust yourself in your respective class.) In case you don’t remember your “sweet 16”(that’s how we call it cynically) kindly bear some pain to open your years old photo album and have a look !! Get up !! Yeah, I am asking you to get off your ass , go in the front of the mirror (don’t forget to take the album in your hand.) Now have a deep introspective look on that photograph and then at yourself again! Yeah you got me !! Your photo doesn’t do justice to the word “sweet”. We look sophisticatedly smarter and sensibly sweeter now than we used to look years ago. Actually, I am really looking for that wise person who titled it as “sweet”.  Like come on , who does that ?? We used to look utterly d...