A boy's journey through words and the mixtapes. I write every Thursday.
i understand,
it gets boring, uninteresting,
when you talk only about yourself,
your feelings, the worldview, your story.
not everyone is a family.
not everyone will open their hearts for you.
not everyone understands you.
not everyone is here for you.
not everyone is a whitespace.
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we split, broke up,
we tore apart the size of pieces of shredded papers,
useless but still mattered,
moved on?
all of these, because,
oh! you were cheap.
but maybe it is not your fault,
it is just my head screaming.
Comments closedwe met, online.
it was cozy, it was a wide white space.
we texted words after words,
shot, shouted emojis after emojis,
but they were only words I reckon,
there were no feelings at all,
... and, so i left.
… we weren’t meant to happen.
Comments closedThis broken heart wrote a lot about
love and belonging.
and now that she’s healed, finally,
she is complete, dancing again.
Manish Rajbhandari.
The Yala Baucha.
Tangal tangled.
My best friend.
A brother alike.
And, I say this with unmatched happiness and honesty and pride that my small family also considers you the true son.
Our canteen samosa breakfast, the chicken-bhaat lunch, those canteen bills, those hour-wise stipends, those IT department work days, exam preparations hassles, projects, coursework, and assignments. Your delicate life story. The One-Two’s mo:mo moments, the wai-wai, tuna fish evenings. Samsung S3 photo-ops. Your ‘MUULLA!’ swears. Your silly secrets. Your headache, gastritis. Coffee snacks at Mangalbazar. 8tracks days. Those fearsome, fearless bike rides. The laughs and the sadness.
And our favorite quote,
“You must either modify your dreams or magnify your skills.
– Jim Rohn”
I vividly remember, we became friends by the evening of Shivaratri when you first came to my humble home for the first time. From then on, you stayed. You became my only friend,.. an only brother when my own was away.
Well, passa, in the most heartfelt manner & truthfully — from teaching me to fix computers to fixing my rectitude, from teaching me to ride a bike to taking care of things I put on; you have channeled my life in ways and magnitude no one has ever done for me.
It is because of only a few like yourself, I would not care If I lose one thousand or million people, friends, and relatives. It is because of your heart, your warmth, sincerity, clarity I know what the real friendship is.
Lastly, as David Whyte writes:
Comments closedFRIENDSHIP is a mirror to presence and a testament to forgiveness. Friendship not only helps us see ourselves through another’s eyes, but can be sustained over the years only with someone who has repeatedly forgiven us for our trespasses as we must find it in ourselves to forgive them in turn. A friend knows our difficulties and shadows and remains in sight, a companion to our vulnerabilities more than our triumphs, when we are under the strange illusion we do not need them. An undercurrent of real friendship is a blessing exactly because its elemental form is rediscovered again and again through understanding and mercy. All friendships of any length are based on a continued, mutual forgiveness. Without tolerance and mercy all friendships die.
true shit.
she stalks,
Instagrams,
she sees,
she feels,
she leaves without a word, untraced.
Comments closedlove is not blind.
are you stupid?
love is a tickle of the heart speaking to you,
unresting, unrelenting, the child demanding your uncanny attention, the age-old growing craving,
this young feeling.
Comments closedreminder for the day.
to move ahead with time, on time, into the future, for tomorrow,
leave the past behind, empty your rucksack,
borrow some humor every now and then, work terribly, terribly hard,
smile at every chance you get, spread love like wildfire,
give-away happiness perks, if possible be one in someone else’s’ life.
and to sum these all up,
live free, chill.
