A boy's journey through words and the mixtapes. I write every Thursday.
I have never given up on my solo childish quest, which began only after my first heartbreak.
I still believe in every word I promised myself, I will make this happen.
We will exist darling.
Comments closedI tried to be somebody else. I became one.
I was happy. It felt cool. People approached frequently proportionately incrementing my acceptance percentage.
Boyfriend after boyfriends. Girlfriends.
The patch was a success.
However, soon the ringing of emptiness became more and more palpable, and audible.
Soon, the silenced screams of lonesome pain became hard to ignore, to not feel.
I was lost and I knew I was breaking.
I was living in a beautiful lie, cheating myself.
Corrupted. Un-authentic. Shallow. Hollow.
A healthy retrospection and I finally decided to turn back to my old self; walk the same aching walks I once walked in fears and doubts.
I returned back to my own, the same old flesh and bones, that forgotten skin, those vulnerabilities.
This time though, utterly modest, a little wiser.
Away from the flashlight, to the true reality that’d matter.
Towards myself, into myself.
Comments closedToday, it was one of the shortest days of my life, after such a long time.
This is all I ask.
Thanks, Pia And Eric.
vale…
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She wrote to me, “There is more to life than love and relationships.”
I don’t agree at all … at all. And I hope someday she will understand it why!
I hope someday she understands that love in itself is a beautiful dream; that love is the only thing that actually matters the most in our lives.
I hope someday she learns that the happiest of people on this planet are the ones who have had flourishing relationships with their other halves throughout their lives (backed by Harvard’s most popular study done on Happiness for almost 80 years)
Adding to the context
“Do you know what’s the most expensive bed in the world?”
– The sick bed replies Steve Jobs.
Moral if you care to listen:
Grand ma’ says, “Don’t only run after things.”
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If he’s sweet, someone who respects yours being. If he’s someone who’s frivolous but also genuine, heartily kind and honest.
If he’s someone who’s authentic but also considers himself crude and growing by learning with every inch of time as she passes.
If he’s someone who makes you happy verily, indeed your true BFF who also happen to have a passion for his thing.
If he’s someone who has enough brain cells to listen to you intently, someone who supports you no matter the odds, someone who emphasizes to sympathize, someone keeps you first ahead of anything, even himself.
You are a one in a million.
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I feel like I am in love with you.
Well, …. ‘I love you too’ would be crazy.
An ordinary day.
Silky wind. Loudest imagination.
A little hurry.
The impatient beast.
Heavy lungs, dry lips.
Powerless soul, hopes.
He proposes with the bending.
She can’t deny. Happy tears.
💍
Comments closedOne, two or as many heartbreaks.
You’ll be fine. Endure. Embrace.
In this beautiful, one way journey of orange and black. Choose positivity.
Life is fleeting.
Dear Grandma’,
I see it in your eyes, that indescribable warmth they provide. The happiness of a flying kite; them your eyes.
As we sit together to sit around, I feel this refreshing rush of feelings, running inside of me. Sure, I am the sea, and you, the moon, and the rest are all gravity game between you (ma’) and me. This dopamine, the serotonin.
Your dirty jokes, the way you care for me, wise words, the stories you tell (with pauses and coughs), your tears, the kinetic bloom your face throws, that ever-cherished smile of yours — Yes, I am in love with all of you, with all you are.
Yours,
Kancha
p.s. just like I said during my visit last weekend — I may not be around every second of the day ma’ — But, just have it in your heart that any moment you feel alone, any moment you miss my being, I would have equally missed you ….seeing.
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