Loved Me Enough To Let Me Go

Do you remember the first time we spent the night,
your breath touching mine,
and I could hear you heart beat so loud that I could hardly feel mine.
I remember that time, you touched,
I know I was afraid,
but more than me, you were worried.
You never wanted to hurt, do you?

But now that’ it’s over, I feel the sufferings I gave you.
I know that I was at fault and I shouldn’t have done what I did,
and,
you were so nice that you never really accused me.
I am so sorry,
I really am.

But it’s been sometime,
and now I realise;
you loved me enough to let me go.

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You Deserve Better!

All you need is positivity to smile

You are alone in a crowded place,
you see your friends in a corner drinking cheap beer and laughing,
you want to go there,
but you don’t want to go there.
You are tired of their shabby comments on your looks,
tired of their opinion of what you seem to do in life.
It feels like they are crossing the boundaries,
taking control of things that belong to your persona.
Hey Samara, over here“,
you are too late, they call you over to share their drinks.
Alas! how do you tell,
you don’t like the taste of that cheap beer,
and you hate their mean comments.

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How We First Met: YOLO 21

Nothing much is required to have long lasting bonds, just trust, respect and friendship.

You Only Live Once

Hello! Can you please click a picture of us“, I handed my camera to the stranger who was passing by. She gave me a nod and waited for us to give a pose.
We stood together, one hand on our waists and other gesturing the V sign. Smiling like idiots, trying not to laugh, we stood still waiting for us to be clicked.
Thank You“, I came forward to get the camera back.
Happy Now!“, Myra exclaimed as we walked to the front of YOLO 21, a famous cafe in the city of hearts, Delhi.

Every year we went to that place to relieve our stress and anxiety before exams. It was our pamper party to fill our bellies the one last time before we were summoned under the burden of books to get ourselves tortured like the pig for slaughter in the slaughterhouse.

Tell me how many picture do the three of us have together?“, I narrowed my eyes.
I don’t know, a few maybe”, Reeya pulled a chair opposite to where I sat.
3 years and a few, do you see that?” I was making a big deal out of it. Why should I have not made it a big deal? We knew each other for three long years and hardly got clicked together.
We don’t need pictures, we have memories, tons of them“, well Myra was telling the truth, in the past three years of college we have had our share of fun.
And we are gonna make more memories in the last semester as well“, Reeya put forth a wide smile at the thought of being bad ass in the last semester, by which she meant attending least number of classes, going to the trip to mountain and getting drunk on every college occasion.

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How We First Met: Work Friends

It’s strange how people bond. Either you feel the vibes in a snap of a finger or it may take ages to build the bond.

Sun was shining bright and the wind was moist. It was rainy season, that time when it was supposed to rain cats and dogs. Contrarily, the sun was out giving me a harsh tan. But none of that really mattered.
First, the roller coaster, then the free fall, and then this ride which took us back in the time of dinosaurs, I was having the time of my life in the wonderland.


Maybe we should sit for a while“, Sivan started panting over the bench.
We have so much to cover, we can’t sit now“, I pulled him to stand, but miserably failed.
Easy“, he patted the space beside him
Sit for a while and relax. We don’t usually get away from office like this“, he had a point, I have been an intern for more than 3 months and I haven’t taken an off from work even when it was my day off. I was worn out and I needed some time to relax.

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Friends on Fingertips

“So I went to this party..
He rambled about the number of friends he had in his life.
How many friends do you have?”, he asked me then.

I started counting on my finger, “one, two, three, four and five“,

As I counted my friends on my finger tips, he started laughing looking at my fingers telling me how unfortunate I am. But my one question shut his mouth when I asked him, were all your friends there at your lowest point of life?