How do you get people out of your heart? 

Why don't they teach this in school? Maybe its one of those things we need to learn on our own.

How do you deal when people stopped missing you? You start wondering how you give them that chance. But then you realize you are too scared to ever let anyone in. 

Because hearts are very fragile. 

I don't trust mine. Its been a damaged good for way too long now.

Sometimes all you want is for somebody to just hug you tight and say its going to be alright. Everything is going to be just fine.

I wish I stop listening to my heart and just listen to what my brain says.

Sometimes you just wish your heart wasn't so stubborn. You weren't so stubborn. But blame it on the heart for now if that satisfies you.

Sometimes you just wish you had some one. To just let it all out.

The tug at my heart. I just swallow, put on a smile, and go on. But there are times I punch my pillow wishing for it to just go away.

So..

There are a hundred thoughts and a hundred things to worry about or not worry about.

All that is happening is, my brain has shut down. It just doesn't want to think anymore.

It screams out loud early in the morning for a holiday. It has been working for a person who loves holidays. And now it actually realises why it wants a holiday.
Holiday means going away from this place, just letting it go. Leaving the people here and the thoughts here. In my happy place.
Every single minute of every single day it cries out loud. So much so that it has now stopped thinking. No thoughts, no emotions. Insensitivity is slowly creeping into the head.

Mind you, (haha, what an irony) you mind, go for a holiday. Breathe out. There is too much air inside.

Soon.

And evenings like these.. :)

An afternoon, tired, sleepy and hungry, I went,

a movie unfinished, he slept,

a movie finished, I slept,

and she got chinese, and we ate. :)

With smiles as innocent as children and those lazy afternoons in the summer. We sat and we talked, we made fun of each other, we missed a piece of the square, who was soon coming home, to us.

We laughed and we laughed, because thats how he lives his life, and makes ours. 

She goes.
and then me and he remain. I learn how to play a guitar and realise they are pure genius.  

We did absolutely nothing, but then we did everything. :) 

Fought like 2 year old kids, screamed, fooled around with our fb a/cs.. Ate "maggi".

Simple joys. :) 

Sat on the couch, spoke. Life, the future. People assume he doesn't think much. I din't. I was right.

The course, two problems of life, where we and they separate.

and water trickled. He says,"You know why I don't usually talk about these with you? Just look at yourself in the mirror."


There was warmth somewhere deep inside. and i felt cold.

Slow evening it was, life was fast. 

From the kids we were to the thoughts now. With 18, comes responsibility. 

I din't know so much was going on in your head. Funny brain it was! 4 years or 10 years, or when all of us get married, the course of life will always take us together, in a journey I chose to travel with you, forever.

I promise, distance will never matter, we won't make it matter.

Life was good. Life will be even better.

I heard somewhere that early morning dreams come true.
I hope it does.
:)

What i have done is who i am. But what i have done is not who i will be.

The world should be limited to Hyderabad.

I hate this part.

Just when I was feeling everything was back in place.

Monicca calling and speaking for hours.

Sitting and doing nothing for hours together. and STILL having the best of fun.

Mumbaikars doing the most craziest of things and Manipal beggars fooling around.

Life was good.

I was feeling safe. Safer than ever.

 Why can't everybody stay? I don't want anybody to go to other places to study and work. Stay back all of you.

Wishes and truths.

The laughs. The uncontrollable laughs.
Giggle around the corner for an AIDS slide, for just drawing the tanned guy as a monkey.
The lunatic's laugh, the gentleman's laugh.
The guy-whose-stomach-always-aches-laugh.
The girl who believes in happy-endings-laugh.

Laughed. Laughed like I haven't laughed in years. Laughed like it is the end of the world. Laughed like there was no end to this world.

Just.
The laughs.
And. The end to a great day. :)

Little Princess.

"You know when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales? 
That fantasy of what your life would be –white dress, prince charming who would carry you away to a castle on a hill. You’d lie in your bed at night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith. 
Santa clause, the tooth fairy, prince charming –they were so close you could taste them. But eventually you grow up and one day you open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears. 
Most people turn to the things and people they trust. But the thing is, it’s hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely because almost everyone has that smallest bit of faith and hope that one day they would open their eyes and it would all come true. 
At the end of the day, faith is a funny thing. 
It turns up when you don’t really expect it. 
It’s like one day you realize that the fairy tale is slightly different than your dream. 
The castle, well it may not be a castle. And it’s not so important that it’s happily ever after –just that it’s happy right now. 
See, once in a while, once in a blue moon, people will surprise you. 
And once in awhile, people may even take your breath away."

Friendship isn't a big thing. It's a million little things :)