Remember that time we were sitting on the stairs under the open sky and the aura was perfect enough that I couldn’t think of anything that could make the situation more than perfect.
I was wrong, you made the moment more special when you looked me in the eye and I looked in yours.
Nobody ever looked at me like you did. Your eyes were showering love and I wanted every bit of it.
Why am I telling you this? Because now when I look back at that time, I feel proud that I filled myself with courage and didn’t care what others thought.
Yes, we are different, we are unconventional and that is what makes our bond more strong.
Because we are not here with each other because we are getting a status or any benefit or any materialistic thing, but because our bond is unconditional and our love is pure.
When I was in high school, I saw my friends reading and writing and studying with earphones on and music bursting in their ears.
I used to be envious of their superpower to concentrate at such a level.
You see, I was a child who used to study in a closed room,
with nothing but the sound of fan rotating from the ceiling getting in my ears.
Even thinking of trying the idea disturbed me,
So I kept on indulging myself in the old art of studying in a closed room with nothing but the sounds of my voice murmuring the formulas, equations, reactions and also the sound of the fan.
Few years later, I started writing, and my brain faced a huge obstacle, big enough to crush my mental stamina to producing content.
I think that’s a huge problem for procrastinators.
They are creative, creative enough to do wonders with little thinking.
But the major flaw they seem to have is the lack of interest and apathy they face after a certain time of being creative.
I guess that’s what happened with me,
but I have a secret to tell you: I have found a key to this problem.
Well, it worked for me, so I’ll share it with you all too. This secret helped me out extremely, especially in writing. I feel no ‘Writer’s Block’, if that even exits.
Duh! Does it?
So guys and girls, hold your breath, ’cause I am about to tell you a secret that is going to change your life.
It’s not gonna help you write, but make you feel your writing or any other thing you are going to create.
And the secret is, Rhythm Writing.
Yes! Well, I call it that. I am going to talk about it in my next post.
It helped me a lot in these recent days where I was feeling blank and nothing was helping me, but now I have a solution for it.
Isn’t it funny we face many problems but the solutions are so simple and in front of us, yet we cannot see it.
Never mind. We still got the solution, didn’t we.
See you guys tomorrow.
I owe you an explanation,
Yes, I know I promised,
I am delaying,
Drifting away from clarity, maybe.
I need some time. To figure out,
’cause it takes years for exploration.
You cannot expect wonders within days.
Trust me, I’ll figure it out.
I’ll do whatever it takes,
to get it back.
Wednesday, 10:58 AM
Kashmere Gate, Delhi
I stepped out of the train and looked at my watch, 10:58 AM, I climbed up the stairs and pushed through the people. I had 2 minutes to change the metro. People gushing into me, I crashed into a fat lady. I picked myself up and walked fast. I was already running behind the schedule, I didn’t want to miss this train. If I had I would have to wait for 10 more minutes for the next train.
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With my backpack sitting at my back I raced down the stairs to catch the metro with doors open, waiting for its passengers to board. I ran towards it when the doors started to beep before closing and in no time I found myself inside the metro successfully,
but my backpack was stuck between the doors. By then, I was scandalized by fellow passengers’ horrified eyes. I tried to get my backpack when the doors opened again and I got myself and my bag inside in one, complete piece.
Everyone stared at the anxious, panting me with a bewildered look. I was not liking the ambience, I never really liked awkward stares and pity, it reminded me of the time when I was ten and I puked all over the shoes of my school principal while I was on stage, getting my scholarship award. It was the most embarrassing moment of my life, I never stole anyone’s lunch after that.
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,
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.