Monthly Archives: July 2005

This post’s been saved as a draft for as long as I can remember. I think I’ve come to that mental stage where it needs to be posted As for the story, if you’re really interested, mail me and you can get the rest of it [it's still incomplete waisey]. For everyone else, there’s always your own imagination and how you picture the ending to this kahani.

This blog has served its purpose. It’s a bit like my baby and has given me much happiness in the past year or so. Very sad, naa, that html codes are the source of comfort nowadays. I think so too. I guess if you never try, kabhi pata nahin chalega. Khair, back to the baby. I’m putting my baby to sleep now – not like a dog but you know, it’s very tired and sleepy so it deserves a nap.

Thanks to all who enlightened me with their support and running commentry on this blog, I sincerely appreciate it. Anonymous readers, of which there are either none or possibly even one, I sincerely thank you as well.

I waited once, twice, thrice…much more than you’ll realise, actually.

But I find myself asking: would you ever do the same?
We know you want to. You know it too. Just try a little harder, you’re almost there.

I don’t want us to get there and still be waiting.

Till that day, the patience remains. I guess.

The drive proves to be more tiring than he expects. From head to toe his body aches, and he feels he can hardly move as he makes his way to the front door. He rings the bell and suddenly, a strange emotion paralyzes him, engulfing his thoughts and adding a tinge of grey to every colorful memory of this house. His home. He is transported back to the time he actually lived there. It feels like another world, another life. His existence is now a far cry from what it was when he last found himself here.

listening to: Fix You – Coldplay

She stands at the window, switching her gaze from the busy life outside to her own reflection. A nauseating tumult arises in her stomach every time she glances at her pale face. After years of silent battle, she has finally transformed into the very disease that plagues her body. Her eyes faintly whisper of the struggles while her tears call out for sympathy but it’s her smile that does it. To everyone, it represents the epitome of strength and will power. To her, it’s nothing more than a cue. For the curtains to fall and conceal everything they possibly can.

We interrupt the story to bring you some fine poetry. Thank you, you know who you are. I am touched beyond imagination

As I stand here,
Anxious, engulfed by fear
At a new avenue
Unsure of what to do

This junction is busier
And barely familiar
But I vaguely remember
That I had once before surrendered

Novelty was at its peak,
Glistening down at me, looking meek
New people, new faces
New streets, new places

I was besieged, on all four sides
By heavy clouds that would soon glide
above me, and pour all their anger and misery out
But where should I go and shout?

Suddenly I saw the sun fighting with all its might
Against the dark clouds, and I saw a streak of light
And I realized that there is always hope
I promised myself “I must be God’s will, and I must try to cope”